Semua Bab The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Bab 171 - Bab 180

For a moment, she sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the hospital around her—the distant footsteps of nurses, the soft murmur of voices, the steady hum of the equipment. She felt small and lost in that vast, sterile space, adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.She stayed by her father’s side for what felt like hours, talking to him about everything and nothing, sharing her thoughts, her fears, her hopes. She told him about the directors’ meeting, about her frustrations, about Cyprus and Damien, about the deed she was searching for. She poured out everything, her words a desperate plea for guidance, for reassurance, for something to hold onto.But as the afternoon wore on and the sun began to set outside the window, Flora knew she had to leave.Se took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I won’t give up, Dad,” she said firmly, her voice gaining strength. “I won’t let them push me out. I won’t let them make me feel like I’m not enough. I’ll prove them wrong. I’ll show them tha

The bookshelves seemed a logical place to search next. She crossed the room, her eyes scanning the titles as she moved, looking for anything that might seem out of place.Flora reached for a thick, dusty book on the middle shelf, pulling it down and flipping through its pages. She felt for anything hidden between them, but there was nothing but yellowing paper and the faint smell of old parchment. She replaced the book and tried another, then another, but still found nothing. She was about to give up when her fingers brushed against something hard tucked behind a row of books on the top shelf. Her heart leaped, and she pulled the books aside to reveal a small wooden box, its surface smooth and polished, but the edges worn with age.Her breath caught in her throat as she carefully lifted the box down and set it on the desk. It was locked, but the lock was simple, more decorative than functional. She found a small letter opener on the desk and used it to pry the lock open, the

Flora sneaked a glance at Alice, only to find her stepmother already watching her intently. The look in Alice’s eyes was sharp, like a blade, as if she were trying to dissect Flora’s every move, her every thought. Flora knew she couldn’t afford to slip up now. If Alice became suspicious, she could easily lock down the house, making any further searches nearly impossible. Flora forced herself to eat another forkful, chewing slowly as she tried to maintain an air of normalcy.After what felt like an eternity of pushing food around on her plate and pretending to eat, Flora decided she could excuse herself. The last thing she wanted was to linger under Alice’s scrutinizing gaze. She put down her fork and cleared her throat softly, preparing to rise from the table.“I think I’ll head to the study,” Flora said, her tone even, betraying nothing of the turmoil inside her. “I’ve got some work to finish up.”Alice didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she continued to watch Flora,

Her heart raced in her chest as she examined it. She could scarcely believe her luck. The deed was real, hidden in plain sight, yet ingeniously tucked away where only someone who knew Edgar’s habits would find it. It was perfect. Flora took a deep breath, staring down at the document in her hands. It was official, written in the same crisp, no-nonsense handwriting she recognized as her father’s. This was the key to whatever Janice was after. She didn’t know why Janice needed it, but it didn’t matter. Flora had fulfilled her part of the bargain.Quickly, she folded the deed back up and tucked it into the documents she had been pretending to work on. She glanced around the room to ensure everything was in its place before heading to the door. The last thing she needed was Alice getting suspicious. She gathered her laptop, the documents, and the deed, making sure the shelves looked untouched. As she unlocked the study door and slipped out into the hallway,

Janice had too much power, more than Flora had initially realized. And with each new discovery, it became clear that Janice’s influence extended beyond just holding secrets—she was pulling strings behind the scenes, orchestrating something far more complex than Flora had expected.The weight of it all pressed down on her, making it difficult to breathe. The stakes were higher than she thought. If she handed over the deed to Janice, she might lose everything. Not just the company, but whatever fragile hold she had on the remnants of her family. And then there was the personal risk—if Janice was blackmailing her father and Alice, there was no guarantee that Flora would be safe from whatever scheme was unfolding. She had to be smart. Flora made up her mind. She wasn’t going to hand the deed over, not yet. Not until she had a clearer understanding of what was truly going on. She needed leverage—something to bargain with, something to protect herself and her family, even if it m