Semua Bab Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Clarence’s POV. The moment I stepped into the police station, my eyes landed on Julian. He was seated in front of an officer, and Kristina was right beside him, her arms wrapped around his waist, head nestled against his shoulder. I froze. I didn’t know why Julian had asked me to come, but looking at them, I suddenly felt like I didn’t belong there. He seemed fine. He wasn’t alone. Kristina was with him, holding onto him like she was afraid to let go. If I walked up to him now, it would only make things more complicated, and her suspicions would only grow deeper. Without a second thought, I turned on my heels and made my way back to my car to meet my driver. As I slid into the driver’s seat, guilt settled in my chest. I should have stayed. He had defended me at the mall, standing by me even when it meant taking the insults meant for me. But I couldn’t even walk into that station for him because I was afraid of what his fiancée would think. I hesitated for a moment before typ

Gina’s POV. I stepped out of my car the moment I arrived at the parking lot of the so-called company Clarence had established, my expression freezing in shock as I took in the sheer grandeur of the building before me. My lips parted slightly, unable to hide my surprise. This was nothing like what I had imagined. I never believed Clarence could own something this magnificent. When my mother and Damon spoke about her company, I assumed it was just some small business—barely surviving, something she was managing temporarily until she inevitably failed. But this… this was not what I expected. My fingers tightened around my purse as irritation surged through me. No, there was no way she built this on her own. Someone must have helped her. I took a deep breath, pushed my irritation aside, and stormed inside, my heels clicking loudly against the polished marble floors. I did it on purpose, making sure every step echoed through the large space, drawing attention to myself. If I was goin

Clarence’s POV. I let out a deep sigh of relief, finally wrapping up the day's work. Reviewing products, checking designs, going through invoices—it was all exhausting. But it had to be done. I needed to make sure everything was on track. This company had already suffered one major scandal, and I wasn’t about to let it happen again. Ever since I started managing things, I had been extra careful. The company had made a lot of progress since the illegal loan controversy finally quieted down, but there was still so much to do. I couldn’t afford to slack off, not when Julian had invested so much to keep it afloat. It was my responsibility to ensure we didn’t lose anything. Picking up my phone, I called my secretary. “Come to my office before I leave.” I stacked the reviewed documents into a neat pile, making sure everything was in order. Then, I reached for my shoes in the corner, slipping them on before putting my flats back in their place. They were my lifesavers at work—I could

Clarence’s POV. When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the blinding white ceiling above me. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose, and the distant sound of beeping monitors told me exactly where I was—a hospital. My body felt heavy, my limbs weak, but I was alive. I turned my head slightly, and my driver was seated beside me, looking deeply worried. The moment our eyes met, relief washed over George’s face, and he leaned forward quickly. "Ma'am, you're awake," he said with concern. I swallowed, my throat dry. "What... what happened?" My voice came out hoarse, and I tried to sit up, but a dull ache ran through my body. He sighed heavily before answering. "You called me and it seemed you were trapped. I tried calling you after you suddenly ended the call, but you didn’t pick up. Then the power suddenly went out. That’s when I knew something was wrong." His words sent chills down my spine. "I tried opening the elevator, but it wouldn’t work. That made me even

Clarence’s POV. I stared at my phone screen, sighing when I heard the automated message again. The number you have dialed has been turned off. Julian had shut off his phone. I swallowed, gripping my phone tightly. Was this how much he hated me? That even after I had gathered the courage to text him, and also call him at this time of the night—Something I never did—he couldn’t bother to check why. My body ached as I shifted on the couch. My right arm was hurting, and the pulsing pain spread from my wrist to my elbow. I glanced down at the wound on my arm, my sleeve already stained with blood. My legs weren’t spared either. When one of the men had swung that wooden plank at me after they barged in, I had instinctively used my arm as a shield. It had taken most of the hit, but my legs hadn’t been entirely spared. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stand. Julian wasn’t coming. I had to handle this alone. The apartment was in a total mess. The overturned furniture shattered glass