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149. Taking Records!
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His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 153. I Have An Idea
~IvyWe turned immediately—and there stood Rach.Her eyes were wide with surprise, a mix of shock and curiosity written all over her face.Honestly, I felt a wave of relief. Thank God it was Rach standing there and not someone else. I had other plans—plans that no one could find out about yet. So, seeing her brought a momentary calm to my racing heart.But Rach? She wasn’t calm at all.She walked toward me quickly, her curiosity practically overflowing.“What’s going on, Ivy? Who’s in the video? What video are you talking about?”Ethan and I exchanged a glance. There was no point hiding it from her now.Rach was already too deep in, and the look in her eyes told me she wasn’t leaving until she knew everything. I took a deep breath, steadying my voice.“We know the truth now, Rach. All of it. There’s nothing left they can hide from us—not anymore. The entire truth is right here in our hands.”She looked at me, her face full of questions, trying to piece things together.“What do you me
His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 152. Which Video?
~IvyAsmita turned to her with a scornful look, then yanked Cameil’s hands off her with a swift motion.“Nobody can tell, Cameil!” she snapped, flashing a confident smile. “I might be smiling with you now, for trying to set me up with this earring. And what’s more? Ivy doesn’t know anything yet… but the next time you ever repeat this kind of mistake—anything at all that smells like trying to rat me out, directly or indirectly—just prepare yourself.”She stepped closer, voice cold and threatening.“Because that day, you’ll be spending the rest of it behind bars. That’s a promise I won’t break. So before harm comes, be WARNED!”Without another word, Asmita threw the earring at Cameil and stormed off.I repositioned my camera quickly, making sure it was capturing everything—clear, unfiltered, raw.A wave of satisfaction surged inside me. Watching the two devils, who had worked tirelessly to guard their dirty secrets, now tearing each other apart? What could possibly be sweeter than this?
His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 151. You Will Tell The Whole Truth?
~IvyCameil’s fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. The rage in her eyes was unmistakable—sharp, burning, deadly. She looked like she could kill Asmita right there if she had the chance. Every muscle in her face was taut, her fury written as clearly as words on paper.My camera was still rolling, capturing everything—her pointing finger, her wild expression, and her voice as it rose to a yell.“You think you’ve got the upper hand?” Cameil spat, her finger trembling with rage as she pointed at Asmita. “You know for a fact that if I release that footage, the whole truth will be seen. And when the truth is out, I won’t be the only one going down—you’ll be going down too! When I go down, you go down!”Asmita shook her head slowly, almost pitying Cameil. When she finally spoke, her voice was bold, clear, and cold.“No, Cameil,” she said firmly. “If you release your so-called footages, there can only be one person who will be going down—and that person is YOU! Because in
His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 150. You Are On A Loosing End, Not Me!
~IvyI couldn’t believe what I was hearing.Their words struck my ears like daggers. What were they even saying?So, my instincts hadn’t been lying to me all this while? These people were truly cruel—living freely despite all their crimes?But why? Why did they do this? What could possibly be their reason?My knees weakened under me; I could feel myself going down, spiraling into rage and disbelief. A fierce urge welled up in my chest to storm into that room—to confront them face-to-face, to tear open every secret they’d been hiding under their wardrobes all these years. I wanted to make them speak, to force the truth from their lips.But then Ethan’s hand brushed gently along my back, grounding me. His touch was careful, deliberate.“Calm down, Ivy. Calm down, okay?” he whispered, his voice low and steady. “Don’t let this get to you. Just keep recording the video. I’ll record mine too. It’ll go a long way instead of confronting them right now.”I swallowed hard and nodded, blinking b
His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 149. Taking Records!
~IvyMy heart instantly dropped as my eyes widened sharply. What did I just hear?What on earth did I just hear?That Cameil is the killer?Cameil killed Old Mrs. Sylvie? Cameil is the…“Calm down, Ivy,” Ethan whispered from behind me, his voice low and steady.I was still in awe—frozen. My lips trembled, my mouth quivered. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. This can’t be real… it can’t be.“This is the right time to record everything, Ivy,” Ethan murmured again, his breath brushing against my ear. “This is the right time to record everything!”He slipped his phone quietly from his pocket, keeping his voice to a whisper. “I’ll take a video of everything that’s going on, and you’ll take yours as well. If anything happens, we’ll have proof—something solid to back up our story. So, hide your emotions and record everything. Is that clear?”I nodded quickly, forcing the tears back even though they burned at the corners of my eyes. They were stubborn, but I couldn’t let them
His Poor Ex-wife Returns As A Billionaire 148. You Are The Real Killer!
~IvyJust by looking at Cameil and Asmita’s faces, anyone could tell they were at loggerheads. But something about the tension between them felt deeper — like this wasn’t their first encounter.Ethan stood close beside me, his shoulders stiff. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my curiosity from showing. Still, I couldn’t peel my eyes off Cameil and Asmita. I could sense trouble brewing — that earring in Asmita’s hand wasn’t there for nothing. Whatever it meant, the truth was about to spill, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.Asmita’s fingers tightened around the earring as she stared coldly into Cameil’s eyes. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips.“I had a gut feeling about Ivy,” she began, her tone sharp and deliberate. “Because of the way she sounded at me down there when she saw me. I am an intelligent woman. I keep to my words, I keep to my faith as well… but amidst all of these, I keep to my intelligence too.”Cameil’s expression didn’t flinch, though her brows twitched slightly.
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