Semua Bab Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Bab 541 - Bab 550

“If you want to treat her like a treasure, that’s your business. But don’t drag her into some foolish scheme that jeopardizes the partnership between the Luthers and the Duncans.”With that, Warren rose to his feet and turned to leave.Lila called after him in panic. “Warren, why do you hate your sister so much?”Yes—hate.Compared to William and Wayne, Warren’s hatred toward Wendy ran deeper. His was visceral. Just the sight of her made him sick to his stomach.“What, do I really need to remind you?”“You may have forgotten what happened back then, but I remember it crystal clear.”“Keep that wicked daughter of yours under control. Aside from you two, none of us brothers will keep cleaning up her messes.”Warren finished, refusing even to give his parents another glance.Why did Warren despise Wendy so much?Because she never stopped crossing his bottom line.Back in college, one of Wendy’s so-called best friends had a crush on Warren. Wendy even promised to help her marry him.

Aria couldn’t help laughing.The supper hadn’t been a huge spread, but with so many different dishes, William ate his fill and leaned back, already thinking about walking it off.The night market was still buzzing, so he pulled out his phone and sent a quick video to Wayne.Wayne had just stepped out of the shower and was debating which pajamas to wear when the clip came through. The moment he saw it, he tossed the pajamas aside and pulled on street clothes instead.Since he was assigned as Wayne’s personal protection, Tanner lived in the next room. Wayne’s apartment was spacious, with two bedrooms, a living room, and all kinds of gadgets and toys.Wayne knocked on Tanner’s door, holding up his phone. “I want that.”Tanner blinked. “…Can’t you just have the chef make it for you?”“It’s not the same,” Wayne muttered, frowning.And that was that. Babysitter duty again. Tanner might’ve been a decorated officer on paper, but in practice he was more like Wayne’s bodyguard, driver, a

It was getting late, and just as Wayne was about to head back, Archer’s phone buzzed with a call from his younger brother, Anson.“Bro! Has William’s dad completely lost it?” Anson practically shouted through the line.The words had barely left his mouth when both William and Wayne nodded in perfect unison.“I wrapped filming tonight and immediately got a call from Patrick Luther,” Anson went on, exasperated. “He said he’s planning to visit the Duncans tomorrow. Fine, visit if you want, but why the hell call me about it? Call Mom and Dad! And he even used some random burner number. Tell me that’s not nuts!”Wayne was gnawing on a candied apple. The tart sugar made him wince, so he shoved it into Tanner’s hands, clearly uninterested in the conversation.William pressed his palm over his face. Honestly, wasn’t it obvious? Chances were Patrick’s main phone was still flooded with virus spam, so he grabbed a different number. He’d probably already called the Duncan elders, gotten hung

Old Mr. and Mrs. Duncan thought Wayne was utterly adorable. They even slipped him red envelopes, praising him so much that the usually arrogant boy actually blushed.Meanwhile, Fifi had come back to the Duncan estate the night before and was only just getting up. She’d washed up, planning to grab a quick sandwich for breakfast, when she walked into the main hall—only to freeze.A whole group of men stood there.Handsome men.Handsome men carrying crates of fruit, cages of chickens and ducks, and—was that a pig?Fifi blinked hard. Maybe she was still half-asleep.Nope. She looked again. Still a room full of gorgeous men hauling barnyard animals.She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Grandma… where did you find delivery guys who look like that?”Mrs. Duncan chuckled. “Delivery guys? No, dear. They’re special forces soldiers. The lowest rank among them is major.”Mortified, Fifi bolted back upstairs. She was still in her pajamas, for heaven’s sake! She reappeared a few minutes lat

“Our Wendy might not be perfect,” Patrick pressed, “but she’s beautiful. Are you really saying she’s not good enough for your eldest grandson?”“I’ve already said—we don’t mind that Archer’s married. He can always divorce and marry Wendy instead.”Again with the same shameless line, as if the Duncans were the ones getting a bargain.Robert slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet.“Patrick Luther, have you no shame? Did you not hear a word I said yesterday? You think your daughter’s such a prize—then keep her at home and treasure her yourself! No one in this house wants her!“My son and his wife are happy together! They don’t need your arrogant, spoiled daughter barging in! I didn’t chew you out enough over the phone, so now you show up here begging for it in person? Go out there and ask around—who in their right mind would marry your daughter?”He swept the room with a hand. “Look! Ethan’s here, Wesley’s here, even Ronald is here—and Sean too! Go on, ask them. Which on