Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced Billionaire Ex-Wife's Revenge: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

(Lester’s POV)It was a rainy day in my office, and I had a pile of financial reports to take care of when my lawyer, Mr. Wilkins, entered with a grave expression on his face. I arched my brows at him. I don't remember calling him, which means there's a problem.He only comes here when something is up in Nexus that I should be worried about.The air in the room seemed to thicken as I looked up, sensing the weight of my lawyer's presence. He took the vacant chair in front of my desk. I threw him a curious glance. I don't like how his expression is painted.It feels like bad news to me.“Speak,” I briefly said, putting the screen of my laptop down. He looked at me, a hint of seriousness in his face. I began fidgeting my pen in my hands. He’s making me nervous when he’s like that."Lester, I have some troubling news," Mr. Wilkins began, his voice low and serious.My heart skipped a beat as I set down the papers, a sense of foreboding creeping over me. "What is it, Mr. Wilkins? What's wro

(Camilla’s POV)I watched in anticipation from my sleek black car that was parked across the street as Agnes poured her heart out to the designer, pleading for a unique design that could save her from impending defeat.My eyes narrowed as I observed the scene unfolding before me, a twisted smile playing on my lips.Who would have thought that she could turn into something like this? Looks like I have really found her weak spot. All I had to do was use her arrogance against her. It didn't take too much effort.My phone buzzed with an incoming call, and I answered with a cool, collected tone. "Yes, what is it?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a hint of anticipation.The designer's voice came through the line, uncertainty evident in her tone. "Miss Camilla, Agnes is here, begging for a unique design. What should I do?" she asked.A smirk carved into my lips.I have been sending a mailman to leave a flier about this designer outside her apartment. It looks like her rusty memory finally k

(Camilla’s POV)Kalel and I traveled along the winding road to the province. We’re on our way to Becky’s house. How much I missed the smell of her humble home. I could listen to her 1950’s songs all day.I opened the glass window of the car, sticking out my hand to feel the air in my skin.My lips curved into a smile. I never thought going to the province would feel like a vacation.“You seem happier today,” Kalel remarked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.I didn't realize that Kalel had glanced over my direct and noticed the brightness in my eyes, a stark contrast to the somber mood I often carried.My eyes sparkled mischievously. “Really? I don't think so,” I playfully denied, pulling my back hand inside. “It’s just wonderful weather today. Don't you think so?”Kalel shrugged his shoulders, putting his eyes back in the road.I rolled my eyes, knowing very well that he doesn't believe a thing I say. I guess, I have no choice, but to share the good news.“It’s because Agnes kissed my

(Camilla’s POV)The three of us decided to enjoy a warm breakfast outside where air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers from Becky’s garden. We sat around a rustic wooden table, savoring the tranquility of the moment.Becky smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I can't wait for lunch today. Justin promised to bring me a fresh swordfish."My brows arched from the name she mentioned.Staying here in the province, I learned to buy fresh meat that we can usually get in the wet market conveniently. They are clean and enclosed in a plastic packaging. On the other hand, here in Becky’s village, it is usually delivered fresh from the sea.It’s been dressed though, so it’s not really that inconvenient. But I guess, it’s fresher that way. After all, we don't really know what those meat we bought in the grocery went through before they were put in their packaging.“When is he coming?” I asked, sipping from my smokin hot espresso.As if on cue, a young fisherman appeared at

(Camilla’s POV)Kalel and I stood in the 1950’s inspired kitchen, the scent of freshly prepared swordfish filling the air. Becky is humming a cheerful tune, while busying herself with the seasoning. It was literally the only thing that’s making sound in the kitchen right now apart from the radio that's playing on the side.I glanced at Kalel, remembering the conversation I had with Justin about Kalel’s strained relationship with his father.Looking at him, he doesn't really seem the type to hold that kind of dark past. He seemed very well put together. I mean, he can flirt?That doesn't make him timid."Kalel, do you mind if I ask you something?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.“You're already asking,” he sarcastically replied.My eyes formed a thin line. I can't really be serious around. He’s such a jerk.“I’m serious,” I said, trying my best not to stab his hand with the fork I’m holding in my hand.His lips curved into a sexy smirk.Kalel, slicing a lemon, didn't look up. "