บททั้งหมดของ THE CEO PLUS-SIZE EX-WIFE: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

After shattering his wine glass on the floor, Valentine Anderson turned to face Margret Willow, who was reclining on the sofa, sipping from her own glass with an air of calm. “I can’t wait any longer, let’s head to Vegas City,” he declared.Margret, still leisurely enjoying her wine, replied, “Don’t rush. What if Andrea's press conference was just a ploy to lure you out?”Valentine clenched his fists, his expression darkening with impatience. “I don’t care. If you’re not coming with me, I’ll go alone.”Without another word, Valentine spun on his heel and strode toward the door. “Pascal!” Margret called after him, concern lacing her voice, but he didn't pause or look back. He left the room, his determination unwavering.Unbeknownst to Andrea, her press conference had set off a chain reaction, spurring Valentine to book the next flight to Vegas City.Once her announcement was made and the internet had erupted into chaos, she drove home, paying no mind to the frenzy of her social media n

The wedding anniversary of Andrea Singers became the hottest topic both online and offline, with discussions happening all over Vegas City. Speculation ran rampant in numerous households, with over a million people eager to uncover the truth: who did Andrea Singers marry a year ago?Despite the intense public interest, no journalist had stepped forward to satisfy the curiosity of those intrigued. The attention surrounding the wedding anniversary surpassed that of many globally recognized festivals, making it a major talking point across various platforms and communities.Today should have been jubilant in the Singer Mansion, yet the mood was somber, as if a tempest lurked on the horizon.Andrea's tension was palpable; her brows furrowed, lips pursed, she stared out the window. Lost in thought, she barely registered the gentle thumb easing the tension between her eyebrows until she looked up into Lucas Anderson's reassuring smile.His smile coaxed a breath of relief from her, and her b

Valentine Anderson's discomfort was palpable as he felt the weight of stares upon him. In a bid to ease his unease, he snatched a glass of wine from a passing waiter and downed it in one go.After Mrs. Anderson finished her speech and stepped down from the podium, a song started playing in the background. "We now invite the husband and wife to open the dance floor," echoed through the room.Andrea and Lucas exchanged a glance that spoke of deep love before joining hands and moving towards the dance floor.Witnessing the scene, Valentine's grip tightened, his fingernails digging into his palm. His face twisted into a scowl, the flames of jealousy consuming him. With a concerted effort, he wrenched his gaze away and approached Benita, who was chatting animatedly with her friends."Benny, why are you letting Lucas dance with Andrea when you know he's not really Valentine?" he blurted out, the words escaping him before he could rein them in.Benita and her friends turned to face Valentine

As Andrea caught sight of the unfolding scene, panic took hold and she sprinted into the house, her expression lined with worry and her demeanor exuding extreme nervousness.Valentine Anderson's jaw tensed as he hunched forward, frantically calling Anne Gate, only to be met with her switched-off phone. In desperation, he tried Margret Willow's number, but was greeted with the same unsettling silence.Sweat soaked through his shirt at his back, his features twisted in anxiety. The horrifying thought that he had orchestrated his own son's disappearance sent shivers coursing through him.Andrea emerged from the house, her voice piercing the air with a scream, "What did you do to my son?" She was the picture of frustration and anxiety, her eyes blazing as she confronted Valentine, tears streaming down her clenched face.Just then, Mrs. Anderson, Lucas Anderson, Benita with Tony, and a few others arrived, only to witness Andrea's rage directed at a visibly shaken Valentine."Andrea, I am s

When the sweat-drenched man laid eyes on Valentine Anderson, who was tied to a chair, he made his way over to Margret Willow. She appeared displeased by his abrupt arrival, intending to keep Valentine Anderson unaware of the situation.Leaning in close to her ear, he began to murmur words too faint to be heard.Valentine bound to a chair, it didn't stop him from straining his ears to catch a snippet of the exchange.Margret Willow's expression was a cascade of emotions: annoyance, confusion, shock, and then, unmistakably, fear. Valentine's curiosity shifted into overdrive, his mind racing with possibilities of what could evoke such a reaction.Margret's gaze softened with pity as she turned to Valentine, her words chilling. "You'll regret the day you made this choice. Go back to Vegas City."Valentine's fury, stoked by the restraints and Margret's scornful look, erupted. "You're the one who'll regret this! I swear I'll shatter Willow Group and you along with it!"His eyes blazed with