Semua Bab The Wealthy Divorcee: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The moment Jenna accepted Stella's video call, the screen lit up with Stella's flustered expression. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were tight with frustration."Jenna, you've gone viral again. But not in a good way," she said gravely.Jenna's smile vanished. "What happened?"Alexa leaned into the screen from her side, her face equally grim. "It's a full-blown smear campaign. Someone posted an article that's going viral across every major platform."Chris joined the call, his voice sharp and agitated. "They're painting you like a gold-digging seductress. Pictures of you with Gino, Kelvin, me, and even some of the clients from the gala. It's all twisted to make it seem like you're having affairs with all of us."Stella's voice trembled with rage. "They're even spinning it to say the reason for your divorce was your infidelity."Jenna stared at the screen, stunned. She felt her breath hitch, but quickly composed herself."How far has it spread?" she asked.Robert, who had just jo

The old master slammed his palm against the armrest, his face flushed angrily. "She hung up on me? Me?!"The butler flinched at the sound but calmly replied, "Yes, old master. We've tried calling several more times, but she keeps rejecting the calls.""That ungrateful brat! She dares treat me like a joke?" the old master roared, pacing back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His fury boiled over, and he threw the porcelain teacup beside him across the room. It shattered on the floor, but the butler stood stoically, used to these outbursts.Meanwhile, in Jenna's condo, things were far more entertaining."Ugh! That old man keeps calling," Jenna huffed, her face scrunching with irritation as she tossed her phone on the couch. "He ruined my shopping flow."Kelvin, lounging nearby, chuckled. "I told you to ignore unknown numbers. Come on, the seller's showing Golden Delicious! You snooze, you lose."Annoyed that she was falling behind, Jenna grabbed Kelvin's phone and opened the shop

After Jenna ended the call with Old Master Hidalgo, her eyes immediately narrowed with resolve. With no intention of showing any more leniency, she tapped Gino’s contact and pressed dial. Gino picked up almost instantly, his voice bright. “Little sister, to what do I owe the honor?” Jenna didn’t bother with pleasantries. “When will Dad be back?” Gino chuckled knowingly. “Miss him already?” A soft smile graced Jenna’s lips. “I want to pick him up at the airport myself.” Gino paused for a moment, his tone turning slightly more serious. “That’s sweet, but I’m worried it might be dangerous. Reporters are still swarming your condo building. Dad’s flight lands tomorrow.” Jenna shrugged it off. “I’ll hire a couple of bodyguards and some decoy vehicles. I’m sure we can avoid attention.” Gino sighed. “Alright, I’ll take care of it. I’ll send Luke to coordinate everything. Don’t take any risks, Jenna.” “Thank you, Gino,” she replied sincerely. “So, how are things with you two?”

Marcus held the phone to his ear, trying to maintain composure despite the bile rising in his throat. Jenna and Gino watched him closely, gauging his reaction as the call came through from Chairman Hidalgo."Chairman Anderson, since you're back, let me give you a warm welcome. How about a drink?" Chairman Hidalgo offered in a tone that was too casual for Marcus's liking.Marcus inhaled deeply. "No need for that, Chairman Hidalgo. My family is in a bit of a mess right now, so I'm not particularly in the mood for drinks," he replied, keeping his voice calm and even."Just because of a woman? Nothing to be upset about," Chairman Hidalgo scoffed on the other end.Marcus's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond to the jab. He remained polite. "Actually, I'm calling to ask a favor." Chairman Hidalgo added."The Anderson Empire's upcoming anniversary celebration will be in a few days. Let me invite you and your family. Let's talk about that then."There was a brief pause before Hidalgo replied

The days leading up to the Anderson Empire's anniversary gala were marked with unmatched activity and opulence. Gino personally oversaw the preparation of every detail, taking special care in curating the guest list. No assistant, no secretary—Gino himself handwrote and sealed each invitation with the Anderson crest embossed in gold. The envelopes, crafted from imported Italian parchment, were hand-delivered to each recipient: prominent business tycoons, foreign dignitaries, elite fashion designers, A-list celebrities, and key media figures. Every recipient understood the weight of the invitation—it wasn't just a party, it was a declaration.No brand sponsorships were accepted. This was a statement event, funded entirely by the Andersons themselves. The intent was clear: no one would have leverage over them. They hired the best planners in the world who only worked with royalties and heads of state. With an unlimited budget, they were instructed to create something that would be remem