All Chapters of The Gold Maker Ex's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Mario’s eyes widened as he shot up from his seat, his expression caught between shock and forced enthusiasm.“Aurora! What a surprise! I had no idea you were back!” he said, feigning delight.Aurora smirked, tilting her head slightly. “Didn’t you? I’m pretty sure we sent you an invitation to my wedding. You never showed up.” She glanced around the room. “I can see why—you’ve been busy.”Mario chuckled nervously. “Ah, Aurora, this is nothing, really. Just a simple business discussion. Should we talk outside?” He took a step toward her as if trying to steer her away.Aurora raised an eyebrow. “About what? About selling the company?”Mario stiffened. His nervous chuckle faltered. “O-Oh… Haha! No! Of course not!” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Let’s talk outside,” he whispered, his tone more urgent, his face now serious.Aurora was amused by how desperate Mario was to stop her from speaking in front of the guests. Ignoring him, she turned her attention to the three individual

Aurora stood before the vast glass window of her new office, the city lights below twinkling like stars captured in the night sky. The weight of the past few weeks settled on her shoulders—not with exhaustion, but with a deep, undeniable satisfaction. Lancaster Tech Innovations was back. And it was hers.She had spent countless hours undoing the damage her uncle had inflicted. One by one, she reinstated the talented employees he had unjustly fired—those who had once made LTI the powerhouse it used to be. She personally oversaw the restructuring of departments, making sure that no trace of Mario’s corruption remained. The siphoned funds? Retrieved. The reputation? Slowly, but steadily, being rebuilt.Now, Lancaster Tech Innovations was no longer a crumbling empire. It was standing tall again, its doors wide open to the public. And tonight, the world would witness its rebirth.A grand reopening gala had been arranged in her honor, marking her official return as CEO. It wasn’t just a par

The party buzzed with energy around Aurora, yet she felt disconnected from it all. The endless conversations, the clinking of glasses, the polite smiles—none of it truly reached her.For over an hour, she had stood among the city’s elite, shaking hands with businessmen and women who had once dismissed her. Now, they were eager to be in her presence, their words filled with flattery and shallow admiration. Yet to her, their voices were nothing more than background noise.Her feet ached, her legs burned from the constant standing, but the real exhaustion ran deeper. It was the weight of the charade, the ceaseless political games, the carefully measured words and masked intentions.She needed a moment. Just a brief pause.Scanning the grand hall, bathed in golden light from the chandeliers above, her gaze landed on her table—a quiet corner, untouched by the main commotion. Without hesitation, she made her way toward it, her stiletto heels clicking softly against the marble floor.Finally