All Chapters of The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nathan sat back in his chair, his fingers tapping the surface of the desk in a slow rhythm. His eyes remained fixed on the design Elena had just handed over. Something was bothering him-something that felt familiar. He reached for his cell phone and pressed the speed dial to contact his assistant, Samon. "Hello, Mr. Nathan?" came Samon's voice on the other end. "I need you to find out about someone," Nathan said matter-of-factly. "Who?" "Elena." Samon was silent for a moment. "Elena who?" Nathan squinted, scrutinizing the detailed lines of the design before him. "Elena... I don't know her full name. But she's a designer I've just started working with. Oh yes, I remember, her name is Elena Whitmore." Samon sighed. "Okay. But this could take some time. I need more information." "Okay, I understand. . Don't let him know we're investigating him." Samon nodded even though it was invisible. "Yes, Mr. Nathan. I'll start collecting data." Nathan ended the call, then look

The clock struck two in the morning, but Elena was still at her desk. The small lamp in the corner of the room was the only light, while the remaining coffee in her cup was already cold. Elena's eyes felt heavy, but her hands kept moving, finishing the design that Nathan had requested. She knew how much of a perfectionist he was, and she didn't want to disappoint. However, no matter how hard she tried, her mind began to wander. Every line he drew felt more and more blurred, and his eyelids felt so heavy. Unconsciously, her head fell onto the table. She fell asleep. When Elena woke up, birds were chirping outside the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of the clock on the wall-it was five in the morning!"Oh my!" Elena slapped her forehead. She immediately sat up, looking at the sketch in front of her. The design wasn't finished! Plus, she hadn't made the sample suit that Nathan had requested. Elena rubbed her face frantically. Not to mention... Her eyes darted to her c

Elena still didn't fully understand how such a chaotic morning could turn into such a golden opportunity. Just a few minutes ago, she had walked out of Nathan's room with her mind in turmoil, but now, she was standing in front of a room she had never been in before. Tamara, who had just called Elena on the phone, was immediately surprised to hear from Elena, "So, now you have your own workspace?" Elena nodded, still somewhat incredulous. "I guess so." Tamara smiled widely. "Great! This means you're officially an employee of Mr. Nathan. At least you don't have to work from home anymore while the kids chase you around. You'll get rich quick. Keep up the good work, Miss Elena." Elena smiled a little, although her mind was still full of many things. Then, Elena hung up the phone. Elena reached out and opened the door to her new office. Once inside, she was immediately greeted by an elegant room. Not too big, but quite cozy. There was a wooden desk facing a large window with a c

Elena stepped out of the infirmary with a sense of relief. She was finally allowed to go home after resting all night. Although her body still felt a little tired, at least she could return home and finish her work. Beside her, a man in a black suit followed her. Samon, Nathan's assistant, who had taken care of the hospital administration for him. "The car is out front, Miss Elena," Samon said as he matched her pace. "You can go straight home." Elena nodded. "Thank you, Samon. Sorry for the trouble." "No problem. It's Mr. Nathan's order." Elena only smiled slightly. Since working for Nathan, this was the first time someone had helped her without any frills. However, her steps stopped as soon as she reached the hospital lobby. There, right in front of her, stood three figures she desperately wanted to avoid. Damian. Isabella. And their baby boy, in Damian's arms. Elena immediately wanted to turn around, but it was too late. Damian's eyes caught her first. "Elena

Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon-his personal assistant-stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and stressful. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elina is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious." Nathan let out a long breath. He leaned back in his chair, still digesting this fact. Elena. The woman he had just hired was the one behind the incredible designs he had been admiring. "Interesting," Nathan muttered, tapping his fingers on the table. Samon continued, "As you know, not many people know her true identity. Queen Elisabeth has alwa