Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Kabanata 481 - Kabanata 490

Calvin was a notoriously picky eater. Adriana felt she had earned the right to say so. Hokkaido eel, Ecuadorian shrimp, Kobe steak, Pomerol red wine… If it wasn’t the best place of origin, he wouldn’t touch it. If the quality control weren’t impeccable, he wouldn’t even look at it.And now? He was sitting there calmly eating her leftover, cold sandwich like it was nothing.Calvin lifted the cheap plastic box, plucked out the sandwich, and took a neat bite. “Where did you buy this? The flavor’s… okay.”Adriana shot him a look, half convinced his brain had been knocked loose. “Oh. Service area.”When he heard that, he didn’t wrinkle his nose or toss it out the window. Instead, he chewed gracefully, like he was sampling fine cuisine.Adriana gripped the wheel tighter. Yep. He’s definitely concussed. Forget the emergency room—this man needs a CT scan immediately.After crossing the New Jersey toll, she navigated him straight to the hospital where he’d been treated for his arm last time.A

The camera pushed in on Grace’s face. She glared, her teeth clenched in fury.“Little bitch, kneel before this palace!” she spat.Snow lifted her eyes, those foxy eyes brimming with suppressed grievance and hypocrisy. “Why must Your Highness—ah!”Before she could finish, a brawny courtesan grabbed her shoulders and slammed a hard kick into the backs of her knees.Puff!Snow collapsed onto the cold stone floor, her knees striking hard. A sharp jolt of pain shot up her legs, making her vision blur. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes.The director, initially pleased by the ruthlessness of the kneeling, caught sight of her watering eyes and barked furiously, “Snow! What the hell are you doing? Hold back those tears!”Panicked, Snow wiped at her face, only to smear her thickly layered eye makeup.Grace let out a mocking laugh. “Aiya, looks like we won’t get the second take for at least half an hour. The moment we start working, it’s delayed. Such bad luck.”The director threw up his hands.

Meanwhile, Grace’s assistant was dragging the terrified coffee girl through the crowd, forcing her to point out each woman in turn.“Look carefully! One by one!” the assistant barked.The girl’s arm was twisted painfully behind her back as she hesitantly scanned over the group actors, extras, and crew—over a hundred people in all.But each time, she shook her head. “No… no, it’s not her… no…”Grace’s face darkened with rage. She slammed her cup down so hard the water inside splashed out.“She didn’t grow wings and fly out of here!” Grace shrieked. “Did you search the dressing rooms? The props department? Every corner of this damn set?”Noah, growing uneasy, issued another order for a full sweep.Adriana and Snow stood shoulder to shoulder among the extras as the assistant pulled the girl closer to them.The girl hesitated briefly as her wide, frightened eyes landed on Adriana’s face. For a heartbeat, Adriana’s calm gaze held hers. But then the girl flinched and turned her head away.“

Adriana said calmly that she was also a victim—there was nothing humble or anxious about her tone. Compared to Grace’s furious demeanor, it was like the difference between mud and clouds.Noah, a director with over ten years of experience, had worked with countless actresses—whether A-list movie queens or fresh-faced newcomers—but none could compare to this woman’s aura. That calm, elegant presence… even if other actors spent years in film school polishing their craft, they might never achieve it.He was determined to find a way to persuade her into joining his next movie.But Noah also knew Grace’s temper. She was not one to let go easily, so he stepped in as a peacemaker.“Grace, maybe this is just a misunderstanding,” he said gently. “Why let something so small ruin your mood? For my sake, let’s be magnanimous, hmm?”Grace shot him a sidelong glance, her expression sharp enough to cut. Forget giving him face—she looked ready to smash it.“Director Wood, we’ve worked together before

On the movie set.Snow wrapped up her last scene for the day, only realizing as she stepped off the set that the sun was already melting into the horizon.After peeling off her heavy costume and elaborate headgear, she hummed a light tune, clearly in high spirits.Adriana stretched her neck and rolled her ankles, looking at Snow with genuine admiration.“Overbearing empress one minute, pitiful imperial concubine the next… Your workload is insane. Just that one costume alone looks like it could crush a person.”Snow gingerly tugged at her hair, her face twisted in mock suffering.“Can you check if I’m bald already? The hairstylist stuffed so many metal accessories into this thing—it’s like carrying an anvil on my head! I swear my scalp is halfway ripped off.”Adriana chuckled. “This air isn’t doing your hair any favors either. When we get back, I’ll personally give you a deep treatment. Promise—it’ll feel better than any salon.”“Yes, please!” Snow grinned.As the two stepped outside,