บททั้งหมดของ MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

SLYVIA'S POVI was sitting on the couch with my kids, enjoying a quiet meal together, when my phone buzzed. Glancing at it, I saw an official email from Lockwood Corporation. "What the hell is this?" I muttered, opening it. It was an invitation to some event, sent at the last minute. Why on earth were they sending this now and not days before?Just as I was about to set my phone down, another email notification popped up. My heart sank as I read it. This one felt almost like a threat, stating that I had to attend the event or they would terminate our partnership and bury me in a lawsuit, on top of the one I was already dealing with.I looked at my kids, their innocent faces blissfully unaware of the storm brewing. "Mommy needs to handle something," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I couldn't believe the audacity of Lockwood. This wasn't just a business move—it was a power play, and it felt personal.As I sat there, the email glaring up at me from my phone screen, a thought cro

GRAYSON'S POVI couldn't believe my eyes. Judge Edward Rivers was here, in the event hall. Who the hell could have invited him? "Shit," I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for not being more involved in planning this event. If I had been, maybe I would have known who might have invited him. What was the man who would be judging Slyvia's case doing at a company event?I watched as he made his way over to Mr. Konrad. Could it have been him? No, that didn't make sense. Slyvia's company was bringing in a lot of money, and Konrad needed her to pull his own company out of the dirt.I observed Judge Rivers as he approached Slyvia. They talked for a little while, their conversation seeming cordial but tense. Then he walked away, leaving Slyvia looking thoughtful and wary.My mind raced with possibilities. I needed to get to the bottom of this. Was Rivers here to gather dirt on Slyvia? Was he already in someone's pocket? This was a complication I hadn't anticipated, and it made me uneas

SLYVIA'S POVI continued to make small talk with the people and executives of Lockwood Co., my smile unwavering despite the tension simmering beneath the surface. Every handshake and nod was a reminder of the stakes."Don't worry about the lawsuit," I said with as much confidence as I could muster, "The claims are completely false, and we have a strong case. We'll win this."Some nodded sympathetically, while others offered words of encouragement. Each conversation felt like a small battle, but I needed to maintain my composure. I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness.A few executives raised concerns about the potential impact on our partnership. I reassured them, explaining how my team of lawyers was on top of everything and that this was just a bump in the road. "These things happen," I told them, "But we're prepared and fully committed to seeing this through."As I moved through the room, I could feel eyes on me—some curious, others skeptical. But I had to keep going, keep

SLYVIA'S POVSunday was always a busy day, and this one was no different. I spread out my papers and evidence across the dining table, the weight of the case pressing down on me. Each document, each piece of evidence was a lifeline in the storm that was about to hit. As I reviewed everything, my eyes drifted to the living room where the kids were playing. Their laughter filled the apartment, a stark contrast to the anxiety I felt.I smiled warmly, knowing that every effort, every sleepless night, was for them. They were my world, and I would fight to my dying breath to win this battle for their future.Taking a break from the papers, I moved to the kitchen. Cooking was never my forte, but I tried my best. I chopped vegetables, stirred pots, and made sure the kids had a wholesome meal. Despite the stress, I wanted them to have some semblance of normalcy."Mommy, can we have spaghetti?" Zenith asked, his eyes lighting up."Sure, sweetheart. Spaghetti it is," I replied, ruffling his hair

GRAYSON'S POVStewart and I sat down, the tension thick in the air. With a swift motion, Stewart tossed a file onto the coffee table in front of Judge Edwards. I leaned back, crossing my legs, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips as I watched Edwards's reaction."Pick it up," I said calmly.Edwards hesitated but then reached for the file. His eyes scanned the contents, widening in shock as he realized what it contained: evidence of his bribery and drug abuse. He looked up at us, his face pale, swallowing hard.Stewart leaned forward, his voice steady. "We know you’ve been compromised. They're using your past crimes to manipulate you."Edwards's mouth opened and closed, struggling to find words. He was clearly panicking.I decided it was time to lay it out clearly. "You’re going to go to court today, and you’re going to judge this case fairly," I said, my tone firm. "If you don’t, I will make sure your career ends. I could easily tell you to rule in Sylvia's favor, regardless of t