Semua Bab Divorce To Marry A CEO : Bab 111 - Bab 120

They nodded respectfully and walked away.She wanted to look around the company before heading to Alexander's office.When she got to the reception area ready to use the regular elevator, a receptionist stopped her.“Excuse me Miss, where are you going?”“Sorry, I'm going to the 63rd floor,” she answered honestly.The receptionist sized her up with a hint of suspicion and asked, “The 63rd floor? Isn't that the chairman's office?"“That's right. Is there a problem?” Sophia asked, wondering why so many questions.“I should be the one asking that. Wait, do you have an appointment?”“No, I don't need one,” Sophia replied, crossing her arms.Only now did it occur to her that the receptionists might not recognize her.Every time she came in with Alexander, they went straight to the VVIP elevator, which was just before the reception area.And now she wanted to look around and couldn't go through it. She intended to use the regular elevator.“Please leave while you can, Miss. Not anybody can

"I'm sorry Amelia. This must be hard for you. But I'm happy you found out before it's too late.” Sophia hugged her.“Yeah, no wonder he proposed so many times, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say yes," Amelia said.“Wait! Did you just say you kicked them out?” Sophia asked, remembering that detail.“Of course. I had bought that house for him. Luckily, I registered it under my name,” Amelia replied, feeling proud despite everything.“That's very clever of you, girl! I wish I saw his face when you kicked him out.” Sophia gave her a thumbs up, laughing at the thought.“I bet you would vomit. That loser even had the nerve to kneel and beg.” Amelia said, unable to hide the disdain she felt for her ex-boyfriend."Cheers to the new beginnings!" Sophia raised a toast to her."You can say it again. To the new beginnings!" Amelia said, gladly accepting it.“So what will you do with the house?” Sophia asked.“Didn't I say am loaded now? I already sold it!” Amelia replied, gulping another gla

“Okay, I’ll stay. I won’t leave," he assured her, sounding surprisingly gentle, even to himself. Amelia was soon carried away by sleep and only then did Michael pull his hand away. He went to the sitting room and sat on the couch. But he couldn't concentrate. He pulled out his cigarettes and went out to the balcony. He didn’t usually smoke, but right now, he needed one to calm his nerves. *** Meanwhile, in Eldridge City, Emily came out of the shower in her apartment. She had just dried her hair when her phone rang from the bedroom table. She checked and was surprised to see a new number. She answered cautiously. “Hello?” There was no response from the other side. “Hello, who's there?” she asked again but still no one responded. “Wait, you scammer, if you're trying to scam me, you won't succeed. I'm very alert!” She warned, but still, the caller didn't respond. “If you're not talking I'll hang up right away…” “Hey, don't hang up, please!” An urgent voice ca

Seeing her wrapped in someone else’s arms, smiling shyly while hiding her face like a teenage girl in love…It shattered whatever hope he had left.As he walked away, his mind spun with questions and regrets. Was it too late? Could he still fix this? Or had he lost her forever?"Jaime, why have you been avoiding me? Are you still chasing after that woman?"A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.He turned to see Janette, the woman he had been with just the day before.Calming slightly, he forced a smile. "I need her for the house. I just lost my job the other day. Where am I going to stay?" he said, frustration creeping into his voice."You still don't know, do you?" Janette asked mockingly."Know what, Janette?""That woman sold the house yesterday. I bet the new owner might be moving in today," she said with a hint of disdain."What?" Jaime gasped, stumbling back a couple of steps."The house is already sold? What am I going to do now?"He turned to Janette, a spark of hope light

Back in Eldridge, in the backyard of Jason's estate, Rachel knelt by her flowerbed, humming a tune as she worked.She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that fluttered slightly with the breeze. A wide straw hat shielded her face, but even then, the grace in her every movement showed. Her hands, though elegant, weren’t afraid of dirt. She held a small pruning shear and gently snipped away a dried leaf from one of her prized roses.The garden was in full bloom, with roses in shades of blush and deep red, lilies standing tall and proud, and dainty white daisies dancing in the wind. It was her happy place. Every weekend, she spent at least an hour here. It was one of the few things that grounded her and made her feel like everything would be okay.She wiped her forehead with the back of her glove, smiling faintly at the progress she had made. Her flowerbed looked perfect.Just then, a servant came rushing out from the house, breathless.“Madam, Mr. Evans is here. He doesn’t look like he c