All Chapters of I Never Regretted Leaving You: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Upon hearing about Nathan's setbacks at the Browns, Guillermo smashed the wine glass on the stone table in anger. “How could Theo do something so unethical? Our four major families have been tied together by history, always helping each other. Yet he takes away the prime spot that was reserved for you. Nathan, don’t worry, I will help you this time.” Nathan was overjoyed. “If I have your full support, the Sanchez fashion team will surely work for me. At that point, our products from the Hills won’t need a prime spot to succeed—they’ll have a great reputation and sales will come naturally. But…” Nathan’s expression turned worried. “Guillermo, I’m just afraid Theo might mess things up for me again.” Guillermo sneered. “He might have some influence at the Browns, but at the Sanchez, he’s just a dog my father raised. If he behaves, he gets a bit of leftovers; if not, he gets kicked out.” Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. However, Guillermo suddenly sensed something was off. “Nathan,

Theo couldn't help but chuckle lightly when he saw Victoria. "I thought the designer hired by the heir was some big shot. Turns out it’s your sweetheart, huh?" His teasing exposed Nathan’s foolishness for favoring relationship over merit. This, in fact, was the very thing Master Sanchez despised. Victoria eagerly handed her design portfolio to Master Sanchez. "Master Sanchez, please take a look." Master Sanchez placed his teacup slowly on the table and took Victoria's portfolio. He opened to the first page. The entire portfolio was filled with conventional design ideas and traditional expressions, which immediately gave the old man a headache. He flipped through it carelessly, his eyes skimming over the pages, until he quickly reached the end. The displeasure was clear on his face as he showed his dissatisfaction with the work. Victoria and Nathan exchanged confused glances, both unable to believe that her work was not as good as Isabella’s. Guillermo, still oblivious, excite

Victoria had never seen Nathan so dejected. It was as though the once proud heir had fallen from the heavens, shattered into pieces like a puppet with no strings, entirely devoid of spirit. "Nathan, what will happen to your company?" Victoria asked with concern. Nathan, who had once been so confident at the business table, was now utterly dispirited. "If Isabella doesn't withdraw from this competition, I will most likely lose." Victoria’s face turned as pale as a ghost. If Nathan lost, it meant their relationship would fall apart too. She never could have imagined that the once insignificant Isabella would one day become such a huge threat to her. Both Victoria and Nathan were lost in their own thoughts, and for the rest of the way, they remained silent. Nathan dropped Victoria off at the Moore family’s residence. The two lovers were so distant they forgot to say goodnight, and Victoria, in a daze, unlocked the door and entered. By the time she snapped out of it and intended to

Theo’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, the danger in his expression unmistakable. "I always thought Thea was an orphan. Turns out her parents are still alive... Well, if that's the case, Mr. Joe, why don’t you help her pay off the huge debt she owes me?" Master Moore stood there, stunned, completely dumbfounded. Theo continued to press: "The debt of a child is the responsibility of the father, Mr. Joe. You won’t deny that, right?" Victoria whispered to Master Moore, "Dad, Isabella owes Mr. Sanchez several hundred million. Don't be foolish, don't agree to pay her debt." Master Moore’s face turned ashen, his teeth grinding in fury. "This waste, this calamity—how could she owe so much money?" Victoria walked up to Theo, thinking she could intimidate the young man. But Theo’s towering presence and the cold aura around him unnerved her, making her feel strangely fearful. It was as if he were the mature, composed man, not her. She nervously stammered, "Mr. Sanchez, last night at

Thea was genuinely surprised. After being cast out by both her birth family and her marriage, she never imagined anyone would still care about her. This intrigued her, and she was curious about the person who reached out to her. “Give me the address, I’ll come right over.”Under the fates’ design.When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight.The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables.After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion.At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft smile. “Are you Miss Thea?”Thea nodded.The waiter said gently, “The customer is in the booth over there.”Following the waiter’s gaze, Thea noticed a booth by the window. She had scanned the room earlier but hadn’t recognized anyone in such a state of disarray.She made her way toward the booth. When she finally saw the person sitting there, she immediately recognized him—it was her ex-husband.He was drunk, h