Semua Bab Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Seeing Calvin and Carson angrily facing each other, it seemed like they were about to start fighting again. Adriana put down what she was holding and sat down with a stern face.“You two can bandage each other up. Since you're both so capable of fighting, you can handle the aftermath just as well.”“No way.”“Never happening.”Surprisingly, they were at least consistent on this point.“Well then, since neither of you wants to do it, bear with it. After this, go home — to whoever you like.”Not wanting to get entangled with either of them any further, Adriana just wanted to leave with a clean slate.Carson tugged at her wrist, his red, swollen face filled with helplessness. “You’re not really going to leave, are you?”Adriana looked down at his hand, then forced him to let go. “I made myself very clear already. No matter what you do, I won’t appreciate it. Whether I’m desperate, heartless, or however you want to see me — it doesn’t matter. You can think of me as a scummy girl if you wa

“It’s you!”With no strength left to defend herself, Adriana instinctively took a step back. It was in that moment she saw the man holding a spring-loaded knife in a menacing grip — the very same traffic policeman who had impounded her driver’s license, and also that lady’s own son.The man’s mouth twisted as he gritted his teeth and spat, “Little bitch, what the fuck did you just say? You’re trying to get my mom killed! You’re going to get my whole family killed!”There was no one at the entrance of the courthouse at this moment. The knife in his hand could stab her at any time, completely out of control. Adriana’s top priority was to stabilize him.Forcing herself to stay calm, Adriana said evenly, “I didn’t know she was a mother. That day, I only saw her riding a bicycle alone. I thought it looked difficult and I just wanted to help her.”“Don’t

She moved a beat slower still, the tingling sensation of skin contact coming from her ankle. When she looked again, a pair of large, clean, slender hands cupped her heels and effortlessly took off her shoes.So Adriana asked a second time, “What are you doing?”But the question in her stomach wasn’t only this one. She also wanted to ask why Calvin had suddenly shown up. Shouldn’t he be at the celebration banquet? Even if he wasn’t planning to attend, he still shouldn’t be meeting her here, at this time.The occasion and atmosphere were bizarre.Only, she didn’t get a reply from Calvin — instead, she was rewarded with a sharp crunching click.Calvin held the high heels in one hand and struck them against the concrete floor with such force that the slender heel snapped off.Adriana opened her mouth in shock and frustration, wanting to curse and lash out. “Calvin, if you’re upset, you

Without any warning, her body was suddenly attacked by a strong force. Adriana reflexively resisted, the bag in her hand smashing against his back — but in an instant, it was snatched away from her with one hand and thrown to the ground with brute force, disappearing somewhere in the darkness.Lips torn apart, her mouth forced open, she couldn’t make a single sound to call for help. There was no time to care about her clothes. The sound of fabric tearing filled her ears as her jacket was ripped off, and the buttons of her shirt were plucked apart by his rough hands, vanishing like they had never existed.Horrified from within, Adriana tried to bite down, but a sharp pain in her jaw made it impossible to close her mouth.Everything happened in just ten seconds or so — but for Adriana, it felt like half a century.She knew the violent man in front of her was Calvin, but the fear spreading from the depths of her heart still crawled over her

Adriana suddenly gained a whole new understanding of the phrase “barely make do.”Carson led the way to a Michelin one-star Japanese restaurant in New York City — the only truly authentic Japanese restaurant in the area. All the ingredients were flown in directly from Japan, and both the chefs and waitstaff were Japanese.The décor perfectly reflected the Japanese artisanal spirit — subtle, exquisite, and upgraded to be even more pleasing to the eye.Adriana smiled politely, though she was crying inside. “Deputy Director Carson, you have excellent taste.”“You’ve only discovered less than one percent of my good qualities.”Yes, yes, except for the scummy parts, Adriana muttered inwardly.Carson was clearly familiar with the place. The waiter immediately recognized him and respectfully led them to a private room, speaking Japanese as he introduced the new seasonal dishes.Carson responded fluently in Japanese, relaxed and casual, as if he were hosting in his own living room.Meanwhile,