All Chapters of The Underestimated Ex: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Somewhere far away from Vereluxe City, where Adrian had chosen to hide from his prestigious home of glory and wealth — a place where power sinks like a sinking ship.Orrathium Kingdom. Hidden away from the world’s view, limited only to those worthy of its alluring glory. A kingdom quiet and polished in golden wealth, a place that held treasure even in its very name. Unknown to the world, except to those who truly understood its significance and power. Almost impossible to penetrate or breach, its walls guarded by the greatest trained warriors and cloaked in an unseen grace. Intruders’ feet were never guided toward Orrathium — they were redirected, fated never to draw near.In a room set like an office, a woman could be seen resting on a golden chair, crafted by one of the most talented hands in the world — its uniqueness held a glory of its own. The room itself seemed immune to pollution, filled with relaxing air and a comforting scent that drew warmth into th

“Thanks everyone for joining us. The auction will begin now, without wasting time. After the auction, we shall announce the names of people we’d be delighted and interested in having a partnership discussion with. Please note — this is an individual event. We don’t do grouped businesses trying to join hands together for a better chance. This auction is simply the necessary gateway.”A man standing at the front spoke as though every word cost him money. His lips curved in what might have been a chuckle, but it was so stiff it almost looked like he’d swallowed it by mistake. His words were clear enough, but his way of speaking felt like someone who had no patience to give details.Now, an older man stepped forward — white beard, hair more silver than black, face plain and unreadable. He didn’t carry the eager grin of most event hosts who tried to win over their audience. No, his stomach led the way like a general before his troops, and he followed behind it.“Without wasting time, we sh

From Nola’s words, Damian had figured out she only wanted to be on the side of a wealthy man—and if someone more prominent than him showed up, they’d kick him aside. What he feared more was what would happen when the woman he spent most of his money on dumped him.He usually didn’t worry about a woman getting tired of him, but now he could see it coming. He knew that any moment soon his family’s secret would be out—that they’d been draining from the inside all along—and when people learned the truth, Nola’s reactions and words already told him what would happen.Lyra’s face stayed stiff. She blinked once and turned her head forward, almost as if to re-dress what she’d heard—but no. His voice came again.“Why aren’t you giving me answers, Lyra?” he asked, and his tone was dead serious.At this point, Lyra knew he wasn’t joking and wanted an answer now.“Can’t we talk about this later?” she asked. Although she kept her face from tighte

Somewhere in Vereluxe City.A towering mansion, neatly constructed, stood in the midst of an attractive environment that seemed like a garden where peace itself would choose to reside.The whole building was white throughout and could almost be compared to a holy ground, refreshing with the free breeze that blew softly around it.Inside was the Xanders family. Jacob stood tall in his elegant and gracious stance as though he was requesting permission to strike.“Dad, I know it doesn’t make sense to you, but I won’t let it slide that someone dared to insult your name and even twisted my hand, breaking my arm.” He said, his hand wrapped in a bandage to show the wound.He stood before an elderly man, his hair mostly grey with only traces of black left. His old face suggested he was in his seventies or eighties.His demeanor was calm and composed, yet a precise authority lingered in his eyes.“Son, you’ve never requested anything of such before. But if you feel someone offended you, sendin

“Please, Dr. Adrian Foster—our president needs your attention in his office.” The man at the podium paused mid-speech as a security officer whispered in his ear, then announced the request aloud.Two guards approached Adrian’s seat, their posture steeped in deference, bowing slightly as they gestured the way.Normally, Adrian would have hated this kind of spotlight—public attention always felt like a net being thrown over him. He preferred moving among guests unnoticed, one of many. It was the whole reason he’d chosen to live where very few knew who he truly was.“Mr. Gabriel’s office is this way, sir,” one guard said with a polished smile, careful to sound respectful enough to secure his full paycheck.Adrian’s face remained neutral. He rose, expressionless, and walked after them—right past Lyra and her mother. He didn’t turn his head, curious to see if they’d dare to acknowledge him after all the names they’d thrown at him before.