Semua Bab Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband : Bab 51 - Bab 60

"Kyakk!!" The boardroom doors slammed against the walls. John stumbled through the threshold, his shirt untucked, sweat beading along his hairline. The assistants and secretaries had pressed themselves against the walls, their clipboards clutched to their chests.One of the secretaries had screamed causing every head to turn to her, she covered her mouth and apologized while bowing repeatedly."I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Turning hastily towards the ajar door, she left the room, all eyes on her, the eyes slowly strayed to the man who had come in slamming the door."What's this?" Harrison spoke for the first time in the meeting, his slow drawl waking everyone up from their reverie.Gary's chair groaned as he heaved himself forward, his thick finger jabbing the air. "How rude!" Spittle gathered at the corners of his mouth. "Is this how you train your subordinates to act?!" The finger swung toward Ethan. "Of course, a pig will always raise a pig!"Smirks flickered across faces around the tabl

"Victoria, darling." A woman's voice, soft and holding a smile, brushed against Victoria's ears as she leaned over and chuckled. "Wow, you're painting again? My smart girl."A miniature Victoria gave a dimply smile, shyly lowering her head as her fingers danced within the borders of the picture she was coloring in the coloring book. "It's just crayon, mummy." She said impishly, her pigtails bouncing as she carefully colored, the tip of her pink tongue sticking out the side of her lips."Oh? Isn't that the same thing?" The woman who turned out to be Victoria's mother asked in mock puzzlement, scratching her head."No!" Victoria's laugh filled the sunny playroom, her eyes dancing in glee as she watched her mother."Oh darling, it's the same thing." The woman laughed, a twinkling sound. "I wonder who you take after to be so smart!" She gave Victoria a squeeze and the little girl squealed in delight."But..." The woman's voice dropped to ice, causing Victoria to look up, puzzled. She gasp

The door closed with a metallic creaking noise, blocking out Victoria's muffled sobs, as Detective Sullivan walked out of the room, a slight smile playing on his lips."Tsk tsk, how messed up." Chuckling slightly to himself, he walked down the hallway, nodding to the greetings of the uniformed officers that passed him, massaging in-between his eyes,he groaned wearily."F*ck, I need a smoke" He patted his pockets, fishing out a rumpled piece of gum and tossing it in his mouth. The mint did nothing to ease the bitter taste in his mouth,with a sigh he continued down the hallway.The case with Karl Farregard had the whole country in bits, most of it was secret underground talk and Detective Sullivan and his colleagues were told to keep it under wraps and not blow it out of proportion.Orders from above were clear-keep it quiet, keep it contained. Don't let the media sharks catch the scent."How unlucky" He paused in front of a door marked 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY' and walked in.Ethan

Ava turned around so fast her dark glasses flew from her face dropping to the floor with a clattering sound."Shit shit shit!" "What? What's happening?" A concerned voice crackled from the phone gripped in her hand. "Ava? What's happening? Talk to me!""It's alright, I thought he spotted me." Ava replied, laughing nervously, her voice shaky, her heart still racing from that brief exchange."Who spotted you?" The puzzled voice came over the phone.Raising the phone in her hand to stare at the face of the golden haired man on the screen whose head was cocked in puzzlement, she sighed.Dean had traveled on a business trip to Venezuala and their only communication now was through voice and video calls."Ethan" Ethan?" The name hung between them for a heartbeat before realization dawned across Dean's features. His eyes widened. "Wait... are you telling me you actually...? Did you really...Wow?"Closing her eyes as a red blush crept up her neck, Ava gritted her teeth, clearing her throat

Victoria stared at her trembling hands. The fingertips had turned white, bloodless. She flexed them, open, close, watching the color slowly return.'Cold.' The leather seat beneath her felt soft, expensive, but it couldn't warm the ice that had settled in her bones. She'd sat outside the precinct for an hour, maybe two, but hadn't noticed the temperature then. Now, in the silence of this car, every breath felt sharp and she realized she'd left her coat behind.Or maybe the cold came from there.She raised her eyes slowly, from the slender feet in red heels to the crosses long legs, to the firm thighs visible in the slit of the long fashionable skirt the woman in front of her was wearing.Her gaze travelled surreptitiously up past the folded hands where a french tip manicure set on perfect fingers tapped in thought slowly to the perfectly groomed face.Diane's lip still had a small smile playing on it as she stared out the car window.Victoria clenched her hands, biting her lips, the