All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Julian’s POV. When I got to my office, I sat down, clenching my fists at my side. How bold of Kristina to steal Clarence’s work and present it as her own. And to think she did it so shamelessly, right in front of everyone. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. This was a mess, a mess that shouldn’t have happened if I’d been paying closer attention. I needed to address the entire staff, and make it clear that this kind of behavior wouldn’t be tolerated. Stealing someone’s work was unacceptable, and if Kristina thought she could get away with it, she was dead wrong. The meeting was brief but intense. I stood in front of everyone, my expression stern. “Let me make one thing clear,” I said. “Anyone caught stealing work, plagiarizing, or sabotaging another employee’s efforts will face immediate consequences. I don’t care who you are or how long you’ve been here. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated. Period.” A murmur rippled through the crowd, heads nodding, eye

Gina’s POV. As I applied lipstick, and some finishing touch to my make up, instead of a bright smile, the mirror reflected back my anxious face. I couldn’t believe Richard was finally coming to see me, even if it was just for a day. After all these months of waiting, he was finally willing to see me. My heart fluttered at the thought, and I couldn’t help but smile, imagining how it would feel to be wrapped in his arms again. I checked my phone for the fifth time in the last ten minutes but there was no text from him yet. I had texted Richard, confirming our meeting for that evening. He was busy, probably arranging last-minute things before his flight. I just needed to keep calm until then. I reached for my perfume when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up with Mark’s name. My heart sank, a sick feeling filling my stomach. I wanted to ignore it but then another notification popped up— a video file. My breath caught in my throat as I clicked on it, hands shaking. The screen filled w

Julian’s POV. Morning traffic was a mess. I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my mind elsewhere. Kristina’s threats of returning to the company still echoed in my head. She was determined to make my life a living hell, and the worst part was, she was doing a damn good job of it. I was halfway down the street when I saw Clarence standing by the side of the road. She looked like she was waiting for a taxi, maybe. I frowned, slowing the car as I pulled up beside her. She looked tired, her hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail, her makeup barely there. There was a certain tension in her stance, the kind that told me she had been standing there for a while. I rolled down the window. “Ms Clarence?” She glanced over, her expression shifting to one of surprise, then something close to annoyance. “Julian.” I got out of the car, closing the door behind me. “What are you doing out here?” She crossed her arms, her gaze darting back to the street as if hoping a taxi would

Julian’s POV. The night air was cool against my skin as I stepped out of the car. I had been driving around aimlessly, my mind heavy with thoughts of Kristina, Clarence, and the mess I had found myself tangled in. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I decided to stop at one of my favorite late-night snack spots, a small, hidden gem that served the best grilled sandwiches and spiced fries. As I approached, I noticed someone familar sitting alone at one of the small, round tables. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes were fixed on the steaming bowl of noodles in front of her and I recognized it was Clarence. A part of me wanted to turn around and leave before she noticed me. But my feet moved forward before my mind could catch up, and the next thing I knew, I was sliding into the seat across from her. “Hey.?” I called, trying to sound casual. Clarence looked up, her eyes momentarily widening in surprise before she forc

Clarence’s POV. I woke up late, the kind of that has you stumbling out of bed, hair sticking up in every direction, eyes barely open. I pushed myself out of bed, feeling groggy. I shuffled to the kitchen, not really in the mood to eat but knowing I had to. I opened the fridge, staring blankly at its contents. Milk, Bread, and some leftover noodles that had been sitting there for days. I pulled out the bread and popped two slices into the toaster, leaning against the counter as I waited. When the toast popped up, I grabbed it and took a bite without even bothering to butter it. It was dry and bland, but I chewed, staring off into space. I couldn’t shake this weird, heavy feeling that sat in my chest, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t lift since I woke up. Then the doorbell rang. I frowned, setting the toast down and wiping crumbs off my hands. It was too early for visitors. Too early for anything. I walked to the door, peeking through the peephole. No one was there.