Semua Bab Mr. Ceo Ex-lover Comes With Baby: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The sky was overcast when the door of the police station swung open. Olivia stepped out slowly, her breaths still heavy after the long interrogation. Behind her, Hunter and Joe followed, ready to take their family home.But the calm shattered instantly.“Stop right there, Olivia!”A deep, angry voice thundered. Damien, dressed in a black suit with eyes burning with fury, stormed toward Olivia. Beside him stood his wife, Shopia Joy, looking proud despite still appearing weak after her hospital stay.Olivia froze. Her heart pounded. She knew this wasn’t over.Without warning, Damien yanked Olivia’s arm violently, nearly sending her crashing to the ground.“You think you can just walk free after trying to kill my wife?!” Damien growled. “A woman like you belongs in prison, Olivia!”Hunter stepped forward at once, shielding his wife. “Let her go, Damien! This has gone too far!”But Damien raised a thick brown folder, waving it toward the nearby officers.“This is new evidence. A voice rec

Daniel leaned his head back against the car seat, closing his eyes for a moment to push away the headache pulsing at his temples after the intense meeting with Olivia. He started the engine and drove toward home. But just as he turned into the residential neighborhood, something caught his eye, forcing him to slam on the brakes.A little girl was walking alone by the side of the road. Her hair was messy, her clothes wrinkled, and her steps were unsteady, as if she’d been walking for quite a while.“Eliana?” Daniel muttered in disbelief. He pulled over, quickly opened the door, and stepped out.“Eliana!” he called, jogging toward the girl. “What are you doing out here at this hour? It’s nearly midnight!”Eliana stopped walking. Her usually bright, round eyes were swollen from crying, her face covered in dust, and she clutched a worn-out doll tightly in her arms.“Uncle Daniel...” her voice cracked, hoarse and faint, like she’d been crying for hours.Daniel knelt in front of her. “What

Daniel stared at the computer screen, his eyes blank, fingers frozen on the keyboard. Every folder he opened was empty. Every file that was supposed to contain crucial evidence had vanished like mist swept away by the wind. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the wall clock and the faint hum of the CPU, mocking him.This can't be happening. This can't be happening.His hands trembled as he opened the external drive he had hidden even from himself, buried beneath layers of encryption. But the result was the same. The folder he once proudly called his last line of defense was now dead silent. No trace. No files. No hope.Pale-faced, Daniel gritted his teeth and jumped to the next step. He accessed his private cloud account, the one he had guarded more tightly than anything else. He once told Olivia even the CIA would struggle to break into it. But now, as the screen displayed the message "Folder not found," his entire world collapsed.The world around him seemed to dim.He t

The sky was still gray when the iron prison gate slowly creaked open. Its screech pierced the air, as if echoing the weight of the soul it was about to release that morning. Through the narrow gap stepped a woman—her pace slow but steady. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her cheeks were hollow, and her body noticeably thinner than the last time the world had seen her. But her eyes—those eyes still burned. Still alive. Still holding an ember that refused to die.Olivia was finally free.Three years. Three years locked away for a crime she never committed. The world devoured her whole, condemning her as greedy, manipulative—even a moral murderer. She had lost everything: her reputation, her wealth, and her daughter.But not Daniel.As Olivia stepped onto the prison’s asphalt driveway, the autumn wind swept across her face, carrying the unfamiliar but warm scent of freedom. Her heart pounded as she looked around—and there, standing in the distance, was a man in a dark gray coat

Five years had passed since that night full of turmoil. Five years since Olivia Grace vanished from the world, declared dead in a car accident—though her body was never found.But in truth… she was still alive.No longer as Olivia Grace.Now, she was Evelina Willson.With a new face, a new identity, and a heart far colder than before. The scars that once marred her cheeks and forehead from shattered glass were gone—replaced by flawless skin thanks to the best plastic surgeons in Seoul. She wasn’t just healed.She had been reborn.The towering building of Jackson Holdings loomed in the heart of the city. A monument of power and arrogance, a place where lives were trampled for profit.Evelina—once Olivia—stood in the main lobby in a navy office dress, her golden-brown hair neatly pinned up. Her face bore a light touch of makeup that made her porcelain skin glow. Her sharp gaze was veiled behind pale blue contact lenses, completing her transformation.“Good morning. How may I help you?”