All Chapters of The Disabled CEO's Swapped Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Gerald adjusted the cuffs of his crisp suit, his sharp eyes scanning the well manicured gardens of his estate as his convoy prepared for departure.He exhaled slowly, suppressing the anger that simmered beneath his carefully constructed facade.Marcus’s capture had thrown a wrench in his operations, and now, with Alexander likely moving against him, he needed to reinforce his control before cracks formed in his empire.He stepped out of his grand foyer, the clicking of his polished shoes echoing as he descended the steps toward his awaiting car.His security detail moved like shadows around him, silent, precise, lethal.Their presence was a necessity, now more than ever.“Any new word from the men at the Blake residence?” Gerald asked, sliding into the back seat of his armored vehicle.The door shut with a heavy thud, enclosing him in a bubble of calculated power.One of his top enforcers, sat in the passenger seat ahead of him, his dark eyes meeting Gerald’s in the rearview mirror. “

A little while later, freshly showered and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish ensemble, Sarah made her way downstairs.The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of breakfast.She stepped into the grand living area, spotting two of Alexander’s men stationed near the entrance.“Where’s Alexander?” she asked, running a hand through her still damp hair.One of the guards, a tall, broad shouldered man, inclined his head respectfully. “He left for the office earlier this morning, Mrs. Blake.”Sarah blinked. “The office?”“Yes, ma’am. The Blake Group headquarters.”Sarah scoffed, crossing her arms. “And he didn’t bother waking me up?”He hesitated. “Mr. Blake instructed us not to disturb you.”Sarah let out an irritated sigh, throwing her hands up. “Of course he did! That man wears me out to the point of exhaustion and then just sneaks off like some kind of business ninja?”The guards wisely remained silent.Sarah placed a hand on her hip, muttering under her

Meanwhile, inside the Blake Group's towering skyscraper, the tension in the boardroom was thick enough to cut with a knife.Alexander, seated in his wheelchair, exuded an icy authority that countered Gerald’s smug confidence.They had been going back and forth for nearly an hour, each man refusing to yield an inch.Gerald wanted to strip him of control, to reduce him to a mere figurehead, but Alexander had built too much, fought too hard to let that happen.“You seem very confident in your little schemes, Uncle,” Alexander drawled, his voice deceptively calm, but his steel blue gaze was piercing. “But tell me, when has taking something from me ever ended well for you?”Gerald smirked, adjusting the gold cufflinks on his sleeve. “Confidence is one thing, Alexander. Reality is another.”Alexander let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Reality?” He leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the mahogany table. “Let’s talk about reality. The reality where you had me shot and still fai

Sarah reached over and placed a hand on Raven’s arm.“It’s fine,” she murmured.Raven’s fingers flexed against the steering wheel.She clearly didn’t agree, but after a long moment, she gave a short nod.Sarah turned back to the officer, her voice firm. “Alright. We’ll cooperate.”Slowly, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.Raven followed, her movements precise, controlled. Even though she hadn’t drawn a weapon, there was something about the way she carried herself that made the officers hesitate.As if they knew deep down that they weren’t just dealing with ordinary women.“Your keys,” the second officer said, holding out his hand to Raven.She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, slipping the McLaren’s keys into his palm.Sarah glanced around. There were only two officers present, but she knew better than to think they were alone. More were likely stationed nearby, watching, waiting.Raven stood close, her presence a quiet but undeniable shield.“This is bullshit,”

The interrogation room was cold, sterile, and suffocating.The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glow on the stark white walls, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.Sarah sat in the metal chair, her hands gripping the edge of the table, her patience wearing dangerously thin.Across from her, the lead officer, a man in his late forties with a face hardened by years on the force, leaned forward with a smug expression.His partner, a younger officer with a notebook in hand, stood to the side, watching Sarah like she was a dangerous criminal.“You expect us to believe that you weren’t trying to run them down?” the lead officer scoffed, flipping through some paperwork as if her fate was already sealed.Sarah let out a frustrated breath. “I wasn’t! I was scaring them off! Do you seriously think I’d commit murder in broad daylight, in front of witnesses?” She gestured wildly. “And with a damn McLaren?”The officer’s jaw tightened. “Intent matters, Mrs. Blake. Witnesses stated that