Todos los capítulos de After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Martin stood in his expansive, eccentric kitchen behind the countertop with an apron neatly tied to his waist, while chopping a big purple onion on a wooden chopping board, his hand moving fast with precision and accuracy even without looking. He had been cutting, dicing, chopping, and shredding vegetables for the past few minutes since he arrived home, and as much as he wanted to keep the badgering thoughts in his head out of mind by suddenly cooking something. However, he could not. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Zoe, who had captured his heart with her effortless grace and charm right from the moment he knew her, and her relationship with Malcolm Meyer, whose collaboration with her company saved her from answering the sudden rumor about her mental state. He couldn't just understand what was going on. Martin had always been so worried about her ever since he knew her, and always wanted to help her even if she seemed to have it all. When he suddenly lost contact with her fo

“Did you not do a background check on me before coming here? You should know that much already,” A malicious smirk twisted Marcel's lips as he flashed Zoe a contemptuous look, “Since you came you must have quite an ambition to have come here today, I should at least give you an answer,” he continued, his gorgeous greenish blue eyes gazing at her. “I get that you are a very wealthy heiress, but it does not matter to me because you are still one of those elite women I meet all the time, who need the perfect men to complete their sides. I will not be the one for you though,” he grabbed the champagne that was brought by the waiter in an instant, popped it, and poured the contents into his wine glass aggressively before chugging down the contents. ‘Goodness! This guy was begging to be treated so badly by her. Just how would she end this nicely without having to ruin her agreement with her grandfather? She could not risk going on another date again!’ Zoe groaned inwardly, finding it so h

Zoe's heart skipped a beat for a few seconds as soon as her eyes came in contact with the metallic, cold safe staring at her, she stretched her hand slowly to touch its imposing edges, only for it to beep out and display a digital keypad, the numbers faintly illuminated.She took a moment to think through her mind about the most possible combinations, which included the birthdays, anniversaries, and significant dates of the family members that she could think of. The ones she had dutifully learned after losing her memory. She tried Irina's birthday first, but it was with an instant denial as the lock blinked a red light, indicating that it was a wrong code. Then she moved next to Isla's own, then Ivy's, and Malcolm's, and tried everything she could think of, but it was the same. Even if she knew that Irina would definitely not use combinations as predictable as anything regarding her family, Zoe still wanted to give it a shot, considering that the six-digit code gave a hint that it

Zoe was left conflicted after the discussion she had with Audrey in the kitchen, as she made her way into her car, ready to drive out. She was trying to be careful as much as possible so that it would not portray that she was just friends with Audrey because she wanted to get information from her, but deep curiosity had been seared into her that backing off would be very difficult for her. The engine of her car roared to life as she pulled out of the mansion's driveway with her heart burdened and heavy, as she pulled her phone out of her handbag and sent a brief email to Zara instantly. She and her secretary had only communicated via email ever since their last physical encounter, and it was almost a disappointment that the lady was quite clueless about getting the quick, impossible information that Gary could. However, she hoped that Zara would be of use this time. Zoe's eyes constantly darted to the front mirror, then to the side mirrors of her car, scanning for any sign of trail

Malcolm made his way into his mansion as soon as he arrived and Edward had left with the car, his heart pounding with anxiety even if he maintained a high level of composure, waiting to see Zoe's face, having pictured the type of facial expression she would have waiting for him. The grand doors to his mansion swung open before he got to the front of the door, and Cordelia, the new head maid, stood there already with her usual calm demeanor, her head bowed in respect as well as the others, who were in the same position. “Welcome home, Mr. Meyer,” she greeted, her ever-curious eyes darting to the bouquet he had in his hand, wondering what it was for, as she had to give a detailed report to Irina if she was to include the information about the flowers too. “Would you like anything, sir?” A subtle smile that was not evident curved her lips, hoping that he would ask for anything to at least be done for him. “Not at all,” his voice was sharp and curt. Malcolm just stalked past as usual