All Chapters of Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Adriana found a blonde girl and borrowed some rubber bands. Without needing a mirror, she gathered her long hair at the top of her head by feel, her fingers deftly smoothing it before tying it into a high ponytail. The style accentuated her delicate features, making her pretty face stand out even more.Calvin was already incredulous watching her tie her hair, but when Adriana unzipped her sportswear and took off her jacket, his expression darkened.“Adriana!”She ignored him, tossing her jacket into his hands. Now, she was left wearing only a thin-strapped camisole, revealing one bare shoulder and a slender collarbone. Her warm, fair skin was delicate and flawless. Every inch of her looked like finely crafted, expensive porcelain. Her waist was slim, almost fragile, yet carried an undeniable strength.Her natural, striking proportions were captivating without any effort.Adriana flicked her ponytail over her shoulder, her smile both playful and mesmerizing under the dazzling lights. S

“Purposely postponed? For what? For you?”His words cut off Adriana’s train of thought, along with the fleeting reverie in her mind. She quickly dismissed the idea. “That’s good. I almost thought you delayed the entire team’s schedule just to let me sleep. That would’ve made me feel guilty!”Calvin frowned at her remark, his tone slightly reprimanding. “You slept this long—haven’t you rested well?”They had returned late last night, and Adriana had spent over half an hour on a video call before finally going to bed past one o’clock. Even after sleeping until nine, faint traces of fatigue still lingered beneath her eyes, despite the light makeup she had carefully applied to conceal them. Yet, he still noticed.“I’m fine,” she replied. “Maybe I’m just not used to the climate. The good thing is that we’re heading to Manchester today.”Calvin’s throat tightened as if something caught in his chest. After a brief pause, he said, “London’s climate might not suit you, but don’t expect much be

Adriana took a sip of her hot Americano—slightly bitter, with a hint of sweetness on the back end. “You could say that.”In the years that Calvin had been in charge of Grand Empire, had there ever been a year when he didn’t make history?She had watched him acquire one prime piece of land after another, always surging forward, turning the tide even in the face of adversity. Every crisis became an opportunity in his hands. Even when the real estate market faced a brutal winter, he managed to keep Grand Empire on a steady upward trajectory.While the global real estate industry struggled, Grand Empire stood tall—thriving. Its subsidiaries and business segments were expanding aggressively into international markets, capitalizing on downturns and seizing opportunities others failed to see.To many, the name Calvin was synonymous with God.Miley scrolled through Twitter,. “Grand Empire’s official account just posted an update—and Calvin’s private account even liked it. Anna retweeted it, P

His voice was a little raspy, as if he had just woken up from a nap—or had been woken up.It’s the afternoon. Is he on his lunch break?Realizing she was speculating about Calvin’s status, Adriana pinched her face and forced her thoughts back to work."Mr. Calvin, is it convenient to talk?"It had been ten days since she had last spoken to him. Though rumors and news about him reached her through various people every day, hearing his voice in her earpiece still made her heartbeat quicken.It was as if the man who existed in legend had suddenly stepped into the real world—just for her.There was a rustling sound on Calvin’s end, followed by a brief pause before he finally spoke.“It’s convenient. Speak.”Then, Adriana heard a door slam.Was he with someone else?Anna?She pinched her face again, scolding herself. My brain must be sick. Stop thinking about that person."It’s like this, Mr. Calvin. The trial is over. Our lawyer refused to plead guilty. The opposing lawyer insisted on mak

The two of them chatted for a while, sharing their experiences of living overseas over the past few years—sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, all mixed together.After drinking most of his coffee, Bruce said thoughtfully, “Adria, as a lawyer, what do you think is the most important thing?”Bruce suddenly turned serious, and Adriana could no longer act playfully. Sitting up straight, she answered squarely, “Maintaining the fairness and justice of the law and protecting the legitimate rights and interests of the parties involved. That is what a lawyer must do.”Bruce slowly nodded, his gaze gentle yet firm. “There is no absolute justice in the world, much less absolute fairness. The right to speak is in the hands of only a few. If one day you have to choose between justice and emotion, what will you do?”Adriana didn’t answer right away. The question was too heavy.She thought about her parents and older brother—criminals, if the court’s verdict was correct. They deserved justice.But she