บททั้งหมดของ A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Cynthia clutched Georgia tightly as they followed the man in black toward the office. Georgia trembled uncontrollably, while Cynthia's face remained grim, her eyes filled with determination.The man in black raised his hand and knocked on the tightly shut door. A few moments later, a lazy, indifferent voice sounded from within. "Come in."As the door swung open, they stepped into an enormous office, lavishly decorated with opulence at every turn. A young man, no older than his early twenties, lounged in a black executive chair, his feet casually propped up on the desk. Beside him stood a middle-aged man in his forties, his face plastered with a sycophantic smile as he listened attentively to the young man's words.Cynthia had heard the rumors—Core Club was secretly controlled by the infamous crime lord, Anders Kinsey, who had later handed the club's management over to his son, Marius.Now, seeing the scene before her, she had no doubt that the reckless young man in front of her was Ma

The night was deep and dark, with only the flickering fireworks illuminating the sky, casting a hazy glow over the surroundings.Lucien sat alone on a spacious lounge chair, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers. His eyes burned with undisguised frustration. The ashtray on the table beside him was already overflowing with cigarette butts—silent evidence of his restlessness. And the source of all his irritation and anger pointed to only one person—Cynthia.Just then, Simon appeared quietly, breaking the silence. His voice was low and respectful. "Boss, your call."Lucien turned his head slowly, taking the phone from Simon's outstretched hand. The moment his gaze landed on the caller ID, his once dark and unreadable eyes flickered with a sharp light, like a predator locking onto its prey.With a single press, he answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear. Unlike the cool tranquility of the night, his voice was cold and sharp. "Have you made your decision?"The voice on the

Before long, the security guard escorted Georgia into the office.The moment Georgia saw Cynthia, her eyes welled up with tears. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and threw herself into Cynthia's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Cynthia!"Cynthia held her tightly, gently patting her back. "Did anyone hurt you?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.Georgia shook her head vigorously, sniffling. "No, they didn't hurt me."Releasing her, Cynthia's expression turned cold as she pointed directly at Sean. "Is he the one you borrowed money from? Did you sign a contract?"Georgia turned to look at Sean, confusion filling her eyes. "I borrowed the money online. I've never met him before."Sean maintained a professional, almost practiced smile as he leisurely explained, "I'm the general manager of the company you borrowed from. All our contracts are signed online, so of course, you wouldn't recognize me. Now, you can repay the loan through our website. Once the payment is complete, your d

Sean watched from the side, and an inexplicable sense of pity surged in his heart. Unable to hold back, he hurriedly said, "Why don't you give her to me instead?" As he spoke, he looked at Marius with hopeful eyes, wishing he would change his mind. Bard paused his actions upon hearing this, turning to Marius for instructions. Marius still wore that signature, carefree smirk. He glanced at Sean before slowly saying, "This isn't as simple as spending a single night." Sean instantly understood Marius' meaning—he was determined to ruin Cynthia. Sean sighed inwardly. He knew that his father's influence was nowhere near Marius' father's, nor did he have Marius' wealth and power. In this situation, he was utterly powerless. Cynthia had only herself to blame for provoking Marius, the devil incarnate. Anyone who ended up on Marius' bad side rarely met a good end. Seeing that Sean had fallen silent, Bard signaled his men to continue taking Cynthia away. They were well aware that s

Cynthia's steps were unsteady, her body still weak. She tilted her head slightly, leaned closer to Lucien, and whispered, "Why are you here?"  Lucien lowered his head slightly, locking eyes with Cynthia. A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he said, "You took my money and then ran off to a place like this—how could I not come see for myself? I was thinking, if you dared to spend my money on another man, I'd break one of your legs."  His tone was calm, not too light nor too heavy, but it sent a sharp jolt through Cynthia's heart.  She opened her mouth, wanting to refute him, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. After a brief hesitation, she spoke softly, "Everything I told you just now was true. I didn't lie."  She wasn't sure why she felt the need to explain herself to Lucien. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drug still in her system, making not only her body weak but also lowering her e