บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

Calvin wore a white duck-bill cap, a black polo shirt, and matching black pants. His stride was relaxed and confident, stretching easily between the green grass and the blue sky—as if the entire field belonged to him and everyone else was just passing through.Xavier gripped the club with both hands but paused at the sound of footsteps. Without even looking closely, the familiar aura told him exactly who it was—Calvin.Xavier understood the purpose of his visit immediately. He straightened up with a smile and said, “Mr. Calvin, what wind blew a big person like you all the way here?”Calvin gazed out at the vast, unseen edges of the course. His eyes were calm and thoughtful, his mood lifted by the sweeping view of sea and sky. “A good place like New Jersey—I think I’ll start coming more often.”Xavier caught the hidden meaning behind his words but maintained the cordial tone of a host. “It’s an honor that Mr. Calvin is willing to visit our little place. I’ve always said, the sky in New

Adriana smiled and thanked him, sitting down as she was told. Noticing Xavier’s teacup, she asked, “Mr. Hamper, do you like Fuding White Tea?”Xavier raised his brows in surprise. “Oh? You know about tea?”She couldn’t say she was an expert—just that her father loved tea, and over time she had picked up a few things by watching and learning from him.Adriana replied, “May I smell it?”Xavier noticed she had brought two tea brushes with her and handed them over.“Then tell me—can you guess which one this is?”Adriana held the cup about a dozen centimeters from her nose, fanned the aroma gently toward herself with her hand, and took a few measured sniffs. “Fuding White Tea. Snow Buds, roasted over charcoal—the scent is quite distinctive. The best leaves come from Tai Mo Fangjia Mountain, a tiny region. The genuine mountain-grown White Pine-pressed Silver Needle is top-grade—so rare that even with money, you may not be able to find or drink the real thing.”Xavier had thought she might k

Adriana held Calvin’s car key as if it were some life-or-death code.Even though the real reason was simply that it was inconvenient for him to come down personally—he had already taken off his clothes to shower—Adriana couldn’t help but feel that Calvin should trust her.With her thoughts in a tangle, she gathered his clothes bag and headed toward the hotel reception. Fortunately, she had her ID with her and, thinking quickly, managed to open another room on the way.“Adriana!”A low, disgruntled voice called out to her, making her instinctively raise her head.Why is it him again?Carson towered over her, his knife-sharp brows furrowed. “You live here?”Adriana shot back, “What about you?”Carson held up a room card. “Looks like you don’t want to stay in the same hotel as me.”She played dumb. “It’s your freedom to choose which hotel the Deputy Director wants to stay in. It has nothing to do with whether I want to or not.”Carson gave a low hum. “That’s true. But running into each o

Plans change, and the prepared outfit had to change accordingly. Adriana washed up and changed into freshly dry-cleaned clothes.“There are still a few hours left. I’m going to buy a dress!”Wait—Calvin wasn’t wearing the same clothes he came in with. Didn't he just buy sportswear?Calvin folded his legs and sat on the sofa, casually checking the stock market. He pointed lazily toward the suite. “Go and choose for yourself.”Adriana wasn’t surprised that Calvin had managed to get a new outfit so quickly, even off-season. What did surprise her was why he went to the mall himself when he could’ve handled it with a single order.To experience civilian life? Soak in the local flavor of New Jersey?Probably not.Xavier’s wife was extremely beautiful—she wouldn’t want to be outshone. So, Adriana chose a low-profile, understated white dress. It had a square neckline that framed her collarbone in a shallow V-shape. She added a delicate necklace—just enough to bridge the gap.After changing, A

Darren’s face immediately showed a hint of a smile—though anyone could see it was just a surface-level politeness.“So this is the long-awaited and much-talked-about Calvin Walker! Nice to meet you, truly a pleasure.”He didn’t know Calvin personally, but Calvin knew everything about him—as if he had done his homework. Not long ago, Calvin had even sent Darren an indecent video to teach him a hard lesson. And yet, standing here now, he didn’t show even the slightest trace of emotion.“Mr. Venzor is too kind,” Calvin said lightly. “I didn’t expect the underworld king of New York City would grace New Jersey just to enjoy the scenery.”Darren’s position in New York City was, in some ways, comparable to Xavier’s in New Jersey. Their forces were deeply intertwined—black and white working in tandem, with wealth and influence equally shared.Darren had coveted that island for a long time—coveted it, but couldn’t obtain it. He had waited patiently for Xavier to show signs of letting go. What