Semua Bab After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Jasmine sat behind the counter of her flower shop, the late morning sun spilling through the glass windows in gentle streams. The air which was usually filled with the fragrance of flowers that had a way of soothing her nerves, did nothing to pull her from the suffocation in her heart at that moment. It had been hours since she had dropped Raine at school, and returned to the flower shop to start getting her hands busy with gardening. She had made herself coffee, watered the orchids, rearranged the potted violets, trimmed the roses, and done anything to keep her hands busy. But her mind… her mind would not rest.Every time she stopped moving, the words Justine had told her yesterday came crashing back in her mind. Kept making her restless. That Zoe had been married to Malcolm. That they have been married before and divorced. And that wasn't all. That wasn't even the worst part of it all. Justine then continued by mentioning why they had divorced, when shocked Jasmine couldn't help

Isla Meyer sat in her pristine, sunlit office, behind her sleek black desk, a rare Monet sketch framed behind her, and the subtle scent of imported roses drifting from the huge vase near the window. The office itself was an extension of her taste, tall ceilings with muted white walls, huge abstract paintings sprawling across one side from the beginning of the wall to the end, a sculpted huge figurine in the center of the room, and shelves of catalogues lined in perfect order. Her seating posture was elegant, with every detail of her presence as deliberate as the art surrounding her. She was dressed in an emerald green silk dress with one leg crossed over the other with unhurried poise, her phone resting delicately in her hand while scrolling through her phone, her polished nails moving smoothly. While checking for the highlights of top trending news, she seemed quite fixated on something other than the reels she was checking out, like she was waiting for something else. It was Andr

It had been three days since Malcolm returned from Singapore, and finally, he managed to reach Zoe. When she answered her phone, her voice sounded much lighter than he expected and it was so casual, and almost playful. Like they had been friends forever. “Noticed you have not been home for two days now,” she began without a hello as soon as she finally picked up his call. “You are home already?” He sounded surprised, the worry that had been lodged in his heart dissipating already. “Where else would I be?” her voice taunted lightly. I thiught…..” he paused, and then decided not to go too deep into it, “How are you? Are you good? Been calling you for days,” his voice was heavily ladened with worry. “Of course, why wouldn't I be?” She chimed, “Been so busy. We just recovered thanks to your help, and we are keeping the momentum, so I have had a lot to take care of,” she said naturally, “Just got home now.” Malcolm played along, seeing that Zoe didn't want to dwell on what had passed

Malcolm sat slouched on the fine couch in his living room, staring at nothing in particular. His mind and head were overwhelmed by the thoughts of earlier that day. His phone was still lying on the table, and the conversation with his mother made his chest feel like stone.He felt so terrible and had been unable to leave her presence unscathed in heart, pretending to have received a sudden call, unable to even bring up the reason he had asked to meet. His heart ached with guilt and sadness. Of what his mother had to go through. Of what his father's stupidity had caused both him and his mother by bringing Irina into his life. Thinking of how much he had blamed his mother and avoided her like the plague without knowing the full truth about everything made his heart ache with so much. He couldn't imagine how much she must have been sad having been separated from her child, and been scorned by the same child, finally having a business partner as an excuse to see him years later. It br

Dylan had driven Zoe to her destination that evening, a fine six star diner at a tall elite tower. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the marble pavement of the exclusive diner, while dressed in a gorgeous red plaid corporate gown. Her hair which framed her beautiful face like a halo fell in loose waves, and every step she took was so grateful, her presence radiating elegance. As she sauntered into the luxurious space, the entire grandeur room of sophistication was empty as if it was barely functioning, except that there was just one man sitting at a table that has the best view, with a storm brewing in his eyes. It was Andre. He sat there, drumming his fingers against the polished wood with an impatient, furious rhythm, with his lips curled in that scornful sneer he always wore like a badge. He was livid. ‘He had been waiting for almost fifteen minutes now and Zoe wasn't where to be found! She was playing games with him, wasn't she?!’ Andre's eyes twit