The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover

"You'll get a big bonus tonight, Cheesy," said the bar manager.Cheesy bowed politely, "Why should I? I'm a regular waiter. Not a VVIP waiter?""Don't protest, Cheesy. There's an important guest. They've even ordered very expensive wine. Even your two-year salary won't buy it. Don't neglect this opportunity, you need a lot of money, sis?"Cheesy took a deep breath. Then she nodded her head. Maybe this was one of the opportunities for himCarefully, she carried the expensive bottle of wine on a silver tray. Her heart was beating erratically. For some reason, a sense of unease began to creep in.The door to the VVIP room opened. The laughter of men in ties filled the room."Excuse me, sir." Cheesy stepped inside, then his body instantly froze.At the end of the room, there was someone sitting casually but looking haughty, the man was looking directly at her. His eyes were so sharp, his lips were smirking. Of course his face was very familiar. He was Daryl Anderson Lux. The man she had b

“CHEESY! Wake up! Dammit!” Daryl shouted as he shook the woman’s body in panic.Cheesy was barely breathing, her face deathly pale.Without thinking, Daryl scooped her up into his arms. He bolted out of the VIP room, racing through the dark, narrow hallway of the bar. The guards stared in shock as their boss rushed past carrying a woman, shouting for his assistant.***Cheesy was rushed to the hospital and taken straight into the ER. Daryl paced anxiously outside the room, clenching and unclenching his fists, his usual cold demeanor replaced by visible worry.A few minutes later, an older doctor emerged.“How is she?” Daryl asked immediately.“Calm down, sir. She’s just extremely exhausted and sleep-deprived. There are no serious injuries.”Daryl stood in silence for a moment, his expression hardening again.“So it’s just exhaustion?” he muttered under his breath, clearly skeptical.The doctor nodded but hesitated slightly, his gaze flicking toward Daryl with a trace of uncertainty.“

BAM!The door to the exclusive lounge slammed open, crashing against the wall. The sound of the wooden impact echoed throughout the room.Daryl stood in the doorway, his face dark and his eyes burning with fury. His breathing was heavy, and his jaw was clenched tightly.In front of him, Cheesy lay on the luxurious sofa, her red dress in disarray, exposing her shoulders. Roy’s overweight body was pressing against hers, his hands gripping her wrists as she struggled violently.“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” Cheesy screamed, kicking out with all her might. Tears welled in her eyes, her body trembling in fear.Roy turned his head but ignored Daryl’s furious glare.Daryl’s breath quickened, and his emotions exploded in an instant.Without a word, Daryl strode forward and yanked Roy toward him, turning the fat man to face him.THUD!A solid punch landed squarely on Roy’s jaw. Roy was sent sprawling to the side, crashing into a glass table that shattered into pieces.Cheesy curled up in the corner of th

She held her breath, trying not to make a sound. Her eyes darted to Daryl—he was still asleep, his face peaceful for the first time after a night of rage.Cheesy stood up slowly, tiptoeing to the bathroom.Once inside, she locked the door and immediately dropped to her knees on the cold floor, coughing violently. Blood dripped onto the white marble.Her body trembled. Her face had gone pale as death. She looked at herself in the mirror—sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, skin devoid of color. Then, she took her painkillers.“I… just need to hold on a little longer,” she whispered, wiping her lips.She rinsed her mouth and quickly cleaned the blood off the floor. She didn’t want Daryl to know. She didn’t want his pity—or worse, his hatred.When she exited the bathroom, Daryl was still asleep.Cheesy picked up the twenty-million check Daryl had thrown the night before. She stared at it for a long time, then smiled bitterly.“Thank you… for this one night, Daryl…” she whispered. “I’ll use this m

Chapter 9 , To hellCheesy wiped down the bar counter slowly, sighing from time to time. Mr. Leon still hadn’t returned, which made her increasingly uneasy.Suddenly, the bar door slammed open.BANG!!Everyone turned. Cheesy looked up — and felt the blood drain from her face."Young Master Daryl."He stood in the doorway, radiating menace, his eyes blazing as if ready to burn down anything in his way.“CHEESY EVELYNE!” he barked.Cheesy froze. “Mr. Daryl…?”Before she could react, Daryl strode over and grabbed her arm.“Hey! Let go! Where are you taking me, Mr. Daryl?!” Cheesy shouted, struggling to break free.But Daryl didn’t stop. Roughly, he dragged her past the whispering guests, straight to a door labeled **VVIP ROOM**.BANG!!He slammed the door shut, shoving Cheesy inside and closing it with a loud thud.“What the hell is this?!” Cheesy shouted,