Semua Bab Vengeance Reborn: Making her Scumbag CEO Husband Pay with His Life: Bab 231 - Bab 240

His fingers slid through her hair, a touch so gentle it almost felt tender.Renee clenched her fists, saying nothing, her body growing colder instead of warmer. She met his gaze and said firmly, “Having a physical relationship doesn’t mean anything. You don’t care, Uncle Carl, and neither do I. If I get the chance, I will leave.”“You won’t.”Renee’s whole body tensed, a slight tremble running down her spine. His words carried a clear threat. He knew her mother was still at the Grey family home.But before she could respond, Carl leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips—no force, no dominance, just a fleeting touch. As Renee stood there, frozen, Carl’s fingers pulled out the necklace she wore around her neck. The pendant dangled between them, its surface gleaming.He repeated softly, “You won’t.”Renee reached to snatch the necklace back, but Carl skillfully dodged her hand. “I forgot to take it off,” she muttered.“Hmm.” He didn’t press further, lifting her effortlessly

With the rise of modern trends, men's jewelry had become increasingly popular in recent years. Some men even cared more about the design of their jewelry than women did. So, designing jewelry for men wasn’t unusual. What surprised Renee wasn’t the idea of men's jewelry—it was the fact that Leon Clark had specifically sought her out. A man of his status, always concerned with building connections, would typically go to someone like Annie instead. The thought made Renee uneasy, her eyelid twitching as a sense of foreboding settled in.Leon took a sip of his tea before speaking slowly. “The Clark family is hosting a celebration banquet this week. I recently acquired something valuable and thought it would be fitting to have it designed into a piece to wear for the occasion.”Ms. Xander’s curiosity was piqued. “I wonder what this valuable item is…”Leon clapped his hands, and a bodyguard entered the room, carrying a briefcase cuffed to his wrist. After unlocking the handcuffs, the bod

A name flashed in Renee’s mind—Chris Percy.She had underestimated just how well Chris could disguise himself. But now was not the time to dwell on it; she needed to think of a way to handle the situation.Feeling a bit unsettled, Renee grabbed a cup of coffee and left the break room. As she neared her desk, she saw Annie standing nearby.Quickly, Renee approached. "Miss Simmons, is there something you need?"Annie pointed casually at the phone on Renee’s desk. "Got yourself a new phone?"Just as Annie was about to reach for it, Renee quickly grabbed the phone. "No, just got a new screen protector."“Hmm.” Annie didn’t press further and turned to walk back to her desk.Renee, however, swiftly tucked her phone into her bag.…During her lunch break, Renee took a cab to a phone repair shop. The owner examined her old phone, which had fallen into water, and frowned.“Miss, this phone is over three years old. I don’t carry screens or batteries for this model anymore, and I’d have

"Who said that?""Who do you think? Either way, I don't want it! I refuse to wear the same watch as you..."Renee felt the silk tie around her wrist tighten, pulling her forward. Carl leaned down and kissed her hard. She never seemed able to say anything that didn't provoke him.As she struggled against him, she felt something cool against her wrist—the watch was fastened on. Then Carl removed the tie and helped her out of the car. Renee immediately reached to take the watch off.Carl held up the tie, his gaze unwavering. "Remove it, and you're staying here."Renee silently cursed him. He was impossible, and she knew he meant every word. With no choice, she lowered her hand and followed him.Carl led her into a nearby restaurant where he'd clearly made arrangements. The maître d' recognized him and showed them to their table."Mr. Grey, your usual selections?" he asked carefully.Carl nodded. "Add a bowl of the house special soup.""Right away, sir."The food arrived promptly

“Mom, don’t even think about it,” Renee quickly interrupted. “You know what kind of people the Clarks are these days. If you don’t trust Uncle Carl, don’t you at least trust Uncle Patrick?”“You’re right, but they pulled in a lot of investors for this project. If they weren’t confident, they’d have to be pretty bold to go through with it,” Susanne said, stifling another yawn.Renee urged her to take it easy and get some sleep. But after they hung up, an uneasy feeling lingered in her chest.…Despite her discomfort with the way Leon looked at her, Renee focused on her work, designing a brooch for him with real dedication. Inspired by a koi fish, she captured a moment of the fish in motion, its fins and tail gracefully fanning out through ripples of water. For the fish’s head, she used Leon’s own sapphire, with white diamonds and various shades of blue sapphires radiating out to enhance the design. Mandy was pleased, commenting that the design was just right—not too delicate for a