All Chapters of The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NICHOLE'S POV"Are you sure about this, Nichole?" Adrian asked."I am one hundred per cent sure and confident about this," I replied."So you want to return Blake's deals to him?""Yes, I want to. After some time, once his company has recovered, I will start purchasing shares under someone else's name. Once I acquire enough shares to gain control, I will take complete command of the company—or ideally, I will leave the company in a financially weakened state.""That's a damn great plan," Adrian said, smiling."Thank you." I smiled back."So what are we doing now?" he asked."We place a call to both of them and tell them we are ready to give back Blake's company, but only if they're able to take down the news and every bad thing they said about my company.""And when you do this, we won't have to worry about that strange caller anymore because he won't have a justifiable reason to want you to step down," Adrian noted."Exactly!" I stood up and walked toward the window. "We have to tell

NICHOLE'S POV"What the hell?" I yelled angrily. "They want more.""I know this is not going to work out," Mom said.I paced back and forth, arms folded."So what do we do now?" Jennifer asked."Honestly, I don't know," I replied."What if we go to the media and tell them the whole truth? Tell them that you've decided to return the contract deals you took from Blake," Thompson suggested."The same media that's crucifying me?""Yes—""Thompson is right," Adrian interrupted."What?" I scoffed. "Come on, Adrian, which media will even want to air my statement right now?""Look, I know this might seem hard, but it's actually the best way we can fight this," Adrian said."I don't quite follow, Adrian.""Jennifer, you are the public relations expert."No one had thought of that actually, not even the public relations expert herself. I guess we all had been carried away by the hate of everyone and the problems we were facing."What would you advise we do in this situation? Do you think I am r

NICHOLE'S POV"You will have to go," Jennifer said.I stared at her like she had gone mad. "Are you serious right now? You just heard what the butler said about that place.""I know it sounds crazy, but we can't back down now. If we cancel this meeting, we lose everything.""Jennifer is right," Thompson said, walking closer to us. "But we won't let you go alone.""But Lydia said—""Forget what Lydia said," Adrian cut me off. "We're not letting you walk into a trap."Mom grabbed my hand. "There has to be another way.""There is," Thompson said with a serious look. "We make our trap."Everyone turned to look at him."What do you mean?" I asked."We let Lydia think she's winning, but we'll be ready for her. Jennifer, you're good with technology, right?""Yes, why?"Jeniffer had always had this technology talent as well. She would have studied something related to that, but she felt it was a waste of time since anything about the use of technology comes naturally to her; she didn't have t

NICHOLE'S POVWhen we got back to the house, my mother was waiting for us at the door. She looked worried and scared."Nichole! Thank God you're okay," she said, hugging me tight. "I was so worried.""I'm fine, Mom. Really, I'm fine.""Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" she asked, looking at me from head to toe."No, Mom. I'm not hurt. They just tied my hands, but they didn't hurt me.""Are you sure? You look pale.""I'm just tired. It's been a long night."My mother looked at Thompson, who was still bleeding from his head. "Thompson, you need to go to the hospital right now.""I'm fine, Mrs. Valmont. Just a small cut.""That's not a small cut. " She was about to ask her butler to take him to the hospital, but surprisingly, Adrian offered to take him.His gaze met mine for a few seconds. I felt like he did that to impress me. "I'll be fine," Thompson said, but my mother wasn't having it."No arguments. Go to the hospital. That's an order."After Thompson left with Adrian, my mother an

NICHOLE'S POVI woke up on Saturday morning feeling like I hadn't slept at all. The sun was coming through my bedroom window, and I could hear the sounds of the maids downstairs cleaning and arranging things around the house.I looked at my phone. It was already nine in the morning. I had probably gotten maybe three hours of sleep because I spent the whole night thinking about Thompson's suggestions.Should I hire a private investigator? Should I work with the police? Should I do an internal investigation first? Each option seemed good, but I couldn't decide which one was the best.I could hear the maids getting closer to my room. Soon they would knock on my door asking if they could clean my room. I needed space to think properly without any distractions.I got out of bed and went to my closet. I needed to go somewhere quiet where I could think clearly. Maybe a nice restaurant with good coffee would help me organize my thoughts.I looked through my clothes trying to decide what to we