All Chapters of Revenge of Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

That afternoon, the office was unusually quiet. The only sound was the echo of Angelina’s heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked toward her office. A few employees passing by greeted her politely with small smiles. Angelina responded briefly, offering only a faint nod without saying much.She was just a few steps away from the main director’s office door when a hurried voice called out from behind her.“Miss Angelina, please wait!” her secretary called, almost out of breath.Angelina stopped and turned around. “Yes? What is it?” she asked flatly.The secretary looked nervous. “In the meeting room… there’s Mr. Axton.”Angelina’s brows furrowed immediately. “Axton? Do we have a scheduled meeting with Laga Group today?” She tried to recall her agenda but found no such name listed.“No, Miss. But Mr. Axton insisted on seeing you. I told him you weren’t in the office, but… he said he’d wait.” The secretary’s voice trembled, as if she knew just how unwelcome this news would b

At the Almero residence, the afternoon was so silent that even the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard clearly. Evelyn stood frozen before the elderly woman sitting gracefully on the living room sofa. Her hands trembled, her breath caught. She blinked several times, afraid that what she was seeing was merely an illusion.“Evelyn, why are you staring at me like that? I’m not a ghost—you don’t have to be afraid!” Hana grumbled, her sharp gaze softening at the edges. “Sit beside me. There are many things I want to ask you.”That voice… it was so familiar. Evelyn swallowed hard, her eyes burning.“Mommy… but that time…” Her voice broke. She couldn’t finish the sentence. Everyone knew Hana’s death had been broadcast widely across Washington’s media. The car she was driving had plunged into a ravine, and her body was reported to have been burned beyond recognition. There was no way anyone could have survived.“So, you’re not happy to see me alive?” Hana’s tone turned cold. “Are

Inside the hospital room, filled with the faint scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of the IV machine, Angelina sat quietly by the bedside. Her hand moved gently as she spoon-fed Hans, who now looked far more spoiled than usual. Ten minutes earlier, Hans’s parents had just left the room, giving the two of them a moment alone.Hans smiled weakly, yet his teasing never ceased. “Look at me—I can’t even eat without your help,” he said, gripping Angelina’s hand tightly. Even with the IV needle still attached to his hand, his touch felt warm—so warm that it sent a small tremor through her chest.“Then get better soon, so I won’t have to feed you again,” Angelina replied softly, trying to hide the faint blush coloring her cheeks.Hans gazed at her intently. That look made time seem to stop. “Angelina, what did you feel… when I was critical?” he asked in a tender, meaningful tone.Angelina lowered her head. “Panic,” she answered shortly.Hans raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “And

Hans sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door. The clock’s hands pointed to ten at night, yet there was still no sign of Angelina. Every passing second felt slow and suffocating. He had tried to calm himself, but the longer he waited, the more restless he became.With trembling hands, Hans grabbed his phone and pressed Paul’s contact. A moment later, the man’s deep voice came through the receiver.“Hello, good evening, Young Master Hans. Paul speaking,” he said casually.“Paul, deploy all your men to search for Angelina’s whereabouts!” Hans ordered, his tone firm yet quivering with panic.Paul paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. “Looking for Miss Angelina? Where did she go, Young Master? Did you two have a fight?” he teased, thinking it was just a trivial matter.“Paul! I’m serious! Angelina’s been missing since this afternoon. Her phone’s off, and she’s not in her apartment!” Hans’s voice rose sharply, loud enough for a few nurses outside the room to g

Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from