All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Everywhere around Malcolm Meyer remained still and silent like the kind of hush that came after a great storm, as he stepped into the cold air of the underground parking lot of his conglomerate, with his black shirt rolled at the sleeves, and buttons undone at the collar like he was home already. The day went so much better than he had even envisaged, and he was satisfied that he had taken everyone by surprise and cleared their doubts so mercilessly with what they didn't see coming. The multi-billion-dollar deals he closed, the success of global virtual conferences he attended, the lawsuits, a full thorough clean out, and the magnitude of how he cleared everything at once without doing too much was the greatest feeling ever. Attending virtual meetings endlessly all day, doing a great deal of reviewing and sudden country branch sweep up, as well as policy audits, Malcolm figured out a few malfunctions than he thought he would. Without batting an eyelash, he had told Edward to book

Irina Meyer’s life turned upside down in just a few hours. She was almost losing her mind, and at the same time her health too, after Malcolm finished them in just one morning. Her body couldn't take the stress again and she landed in the hospital immediately. As she lay on the comfortable, deluxe bed in the expensive, classy, private V-VIP ward where she was being attended to and treated by the best doctors, an IV drip was passed into her left arm under her skin, while she stared blankly at the sparkly white ceilings, lost in thoughts.Her body trembled endlessly with weariness as she struggled to remain poised and keep it together, but she was losing it so badly. Pain was wriggling around her heart and it felt like her brain would erupt if she kept replaying the dire reality of her life in her head.She looked like a shell and like a worn-out shadow of grief, as her face looked so pale and her lips chapped and dry like someone close to death. Haggard, was an understatement for the

Malcolm had pulled into the street of the flower shop and halted his car just a few steps away from the flower shop, as he hesitated for a few seconds, not turning off the engine of the car or uttering any word. Right at that moment, his eyes suddenly trailed to the front mirror inside his car, as his eyes searched for the reflection of his mother, who was sitting at the back of the car, absentminded.For the first time since they had met, he intentionally wanted to take a look at her face again, because somehow he believed it would be the last time he would see her. As if he was trying to convince himself that it would be his final cue to let go and sever all ties.Justine, who was still lost in thoughts in her seated position, didn't realize that the car had stopped, until the umbrella she had placed carefully on her lap to avoid wetting Malcolm's car rolled off and hit her feet. It jolted her out of her reverie, and her eyes instantly shot up in surprise to realize that they were

Andre drove at a crazy speed along the lonely road that led to the Meyers mansion later that night, his right leg pressing on the accelerator so tight, and his steel foul face staring cold at the road ahead with a deadpan expression. His hands were so tight around the steering wheel, and the muscles in his body had not relaxed ever since he left his suite room, nor had he found peace in his heart. Isla's words could not stop haunting him. Maybe it was because of how flippant the words she uttered were, or the realization of how venomous she was from the impassive expression she had on her face when she mentioned those words, he had no idea. It left him with a myriad of taunting questions, even though he knew he wasn't a saint. He had done several things that would have earned him at least ten years in jail throughout his lifetime, if not for his mother's constant intervention. However, Isla was unmatchable. The words she mentioned without flinching, and the gravity of the t

Justine was still standing shocked after Malcolm ended the call, her phone still clinging tightly to her right ear, as if trying to still pinch herself out of her imaginary hallucination. Across the flower shop, Jasmine glanced up from where she was rearranging a small basket of peonies, as her brow furrowed, “Just?” she called out, puzzled by how frozen she looked just after ending the call, “Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost.”Justine didn’t respond right away, as her lips parted to speak, but no words came out. She was still in a daze. Slowly, she lowered her phone and turned toward her friend with a disoriented blink, “He is not canceling the partnership,” she said quietly, almost like she was hearing herself say it for the first time.Jasmine paused, holding a sprig of eucalyptus mid-air, “Wait… what?”Justine met her gaze, still reeling and somehow finding it hard to believe because he had been dead serious about neutralizing it, hours ago, “Malcolm just cal