Semua Bab Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 501 - Bab 510

Snow stood silently among the crowd, jaw clenched.Grace had been screwed over—by her and Adriana both.Now that she’d thrown a tantrum and quit the production, had she gone crying to her man and begged him to pull the funding?Was that even possible?If it was… then hadn’t Snow just personally wrecked her own future?But the more she thought about Grace’s personality—the way she operated without limits—Snow had a sinking feeling.Even if Snow had foreseen this outcome, she probably still would’ve backed Adriana’s ruthless move without blinking.Not just backed it—probably encouraged it.In fact, if she could’ve gone even more ruthless, maybe she'd have preferred it ended with Grace disfigured and permanently exiled from the industry.Noah, nearby, flicked the ash from his cigarette, looking unusually guilty. The ash spiraled into the tray, mixing with the stubbed-out butts.“We’ve all been through a lot these past weeks,” he said heavily. “Long hours, endless problems, a ton of press

When the boss spoke, no one dared to refute him to his face.All they could do was lobby quietly behind his back.Ray adjusted his glasses and said coolly, “Alright, start from the left. One by one.”And so, the girls began their walk—as if treading water on a tightrope.They had all read the script, but their interpretations varied wildly.Some stepped forward like delicate greenhouse flowers, all trembling lips and soft eyes.Others gave off the vibe of overbearing stepmothers, too sharp, too stiff.Ray yawned halfway through one girl’s performance.She nearly burst into tears on the spot.Clearly, her chances had just evaporated.Finally, it was Snow’s turn.She followed behind a slightly chubby girl, expecting to be brushed off without a second glance.She didn’t even bother walking properly—what was the point?Ray wasn’t auditioning them. He was entertaining himself.Was this a casting call or some twisted live-action matchmaking?Bah.“Hey, you. Yeah, you. Come here,” Ray said s

After saying that, he threw her into the passenger seat with a thud, then walked around and slid into the driver’s side, speeding off in a cloud of dust.Snow didn’t even have time to buckle her seatbelt. She hit her head against the backrest with a dull thump, stars bursting before her eyes. “Where are you going?” she asked, dazed.Ray gave her a glance of disdain, eyes falling to her feet. “Think of it as me being in a good mood. I’m feeling generous today—sending you to the hospital to get your wound dressed.”Snow yanked the seatbelt and fastened it, her tone sharp with sarcasm. “To have you personally send me to the hospital—just as Director Noah said—must mean my ancestors’ graves are smoking. I’ll be sure to thank them in my dreams.”Ray’s eyes narrowed. “How do you still have the guts to talk back like that in this industry? Are you famous? Do you have

Wasn’t this the same dessert Carson had brought her?Adriana’s eyes briefly darted to Alice, and in the next second, understanding dawned.So the desserts Carson had gifted her weren’t bought or carefully chosen by him at all. They had been specially made by the Hamper family’s private chef—something Alice had likely ordered for Carson herself. And Carson… had simply passed them on to Adriana.A gift… that wasn’t even his.Her gaze shifted slightly, catching the edge of Calvin’s profile. She studied his expression for the faintest hint of recognition. Did he realize what was going on?But Calvin’s face remained impassive, unreadable.Adriana decided to let it go—see through, not speak through.With a note of admiration in her tone, she said, “These desserts are so exquisite. Just from the carving on the base, I can tell they’re made by a French chef. That

At the hospital.The doctor finished bandaging the wound on Snow’s foot. She sat on the clinic bed, visibly dejected.The injury was on her toes. After disinfecting, applying ointment, and wrapping it up, the bandage made her foot look puffier—too wide to fit into her shoe. She stared at it like it had betrayed her.Now the real struggle began:Should she call Adriana and ask for a pair of slippers…Or just accept her fate and limp out barefoot?The doctor glanced back as he packed up his tools. “There’s a line of patients waiting. Are you two planning to move?”Snow scratched her head awkwardly. “I… it’s just—”The doctor cut her off before she could finish. “Don’t wear tight shoes over the bandage. Keep it dry, avoid strenuous activity, and don’t pick at the scabs after two days. Let them fall off naturally, or you’ll be left with scar