บททั้งหมดของ Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Maya"You're Lupe's girl," he said.I froze. The man in the doorway stood leaning on his cane, his gaze fixed directly on me. Not on the board, not on the proceedings he'd just interrupted. On me."I—" The words died in my throat."This is a closed board meeting," my father said, his voice tight. I knew that tone—the one he used when something unexpected threatened his careful planning.The old man ignored him completely, taking a step into the room. His cane tapped against the floor, the sound oddly loud in the silence."Robert," he said finally, his accent thick with something European—Italian, maybe. His mouth twisted around my father's name like it tasted bad.I glanced at my father, surprised to see him pale slightly. Robert Kingston didn't get rattled. It wasn't in his programming."Victor," my father said, recovering quickly. "This isn't the time or place for—""For what?" The old man—Victor—kept moving forward, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. "For me to watch

TroyI stared at the email until the words blurred together.Dear Mr. Rivera, After careful consideration, the Henderson Foundation has decided to terminate our partnership agreement with the Vega-Lupe Foundation, effective immediately...Three hours ago, Olivia had forwarded it with a single line: Taking care of this. Keep working on the Miyazaki proposal.Like we weren't bleeding out from our biggest funding source. Like we hadn't just lost thirty percent of our operational budget.The foundation office felt different at night. Quieter but not peaceful. The exposed brick walls and polished concrete floors that looked so artfully industrial during business hours felt cold and hollow

"What does that even mean?""Your friends were having a little trouble with an overzealous admirer." Julian gestured vaguely toward the bar. "I stepped in, bought them a drink to calm their nerves, and somehow we're still here.""An admirer?" I frowned. "What kind of trouble?""Nothing serious," Maya waved her hand dismissively. "Some Wall Street douchebag wouldn't take no for an answer. Got a little handsy.""That explains the commotion I heard on the phone.""Exactly," Olivia nodded emphatically, then kept nodding like she'd forgotten to stop. "Maya called you, I yelled, glasses broke, Julian appeared like—" she made a swooping motion with her hand, nearly knocking over her drink again.

"Make it a double."The words were out of my mouth before my brain caught up. I watched Julian signal the server, and a sudden wave of caution washed over me. Was I really about to accept a drink from a guy who'd appeared out of nowhere, just in time to "rescue" Maya and Olivia? A private investigator who just happened to be at the same strip club where Fiona had abandoned them?What if he drugged it? I'd wake up in some cargo container with my organs being shipped to whoever paid top dollar. People disappeared all the time in New York. The pretty ones especially."Actually," I said, standing up, "let's go to the bar. I want to see more of the club."Julian's smile didn't falter, but something flickered in his eyes. "There's nothing new to see. Just more of the same." He gestured vaguely at the dancers. "But if you'd prefer."We made our way through the crowd. Julian moved with practiced ease, like he knew exactly which gaps would appear before they did. His hand occasionally touched

AlexI checked the rearview mirror for the tenth time. Maya and Olivia were still passed out in the backseat, heads lolling against each other like exhausted children after a long day. Maya's mouth hung slightly open, and even in the dim light, I could see a small dark spot on Olivia's shoulder where Maya had apparently drooled. Not exactly the elegant Foundation CEO image she worked so hard to maintain.I'd seen Maya drunk before. Once, about a month ago, We'd gone to dinner, and she'd had a few glasses of wine in quick succession. I'd driven her back to my place that night too, since she'd been in no condition to get herself home.But this felt different. Maybe because we'd been sleeping together for days now. Or maybe because she'd actually reached out to me tonight.I hadn't caught her call—I'd been in the shower when my phone rang. But I'd seen her text immediately after:Alx im st liqiud and im drink. come plsFollowed by a dropped pin of her location.The message itself was con