All Chapters of The Underestimated Ex: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Just then, Adrian’s face turned dark. The tension sent a cold shiver through Clara’s body. From the look on Adrian’s face, he wouldn’t let Jacob hit him and get away with it. But if he touched a member of the Xanders family, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. After all, Adrian didn’t have any prominent family to stand for him. As far as she knew, he didn’t seem to have any relatives.“Adrian, no!” Clara shouted in panic.But Adrian was still standing in place, while Jacob was the one coming with the attack. Still, she was worried about Adrian getting hurt. She knew he could take Jacob—he looked more muscular and agile than Jacob, who seemed like someone who’d never been under real-world pressure but rather raised in luxury. Everything about him showed he wasn’t good enough to beat Adrian. But then again, his family wouldn’t let this slide.At the last moment, just before the hit could land on Adrian, he lifted his left hand and grabbed Jacob’s wrist.“I don’t care who you think you a

“Honey, you did well,” Damian said from behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder.She’d been looking at Adrian as he headed out of the hall, her heart beating fast as though she’d just been heartless to sound the way she did while speaking to him. In the first place, she was the one who divorced him, and while they were dating, she was sure Adrian wouldn’t get involved in trouble—except her mother, who always tried to paint Adrian as useless and worthless, exaggerating even the slightest thing he did.“So now we can celebrate peacefully without worrying about some psycho causing a scene,” he said in a tone that was playful, but the sneering look he gave Adrian as he walked out was unmistakable—though it was quickly replaced with a smile as Lyra turned to face him.She forced a smile on her face to mask the trouble in her mind.⸻“Isn’t this the young man with God-level powers?” an old man with grey hair said as he stared at Adrian once they arrived at Mr. Antony’s building.Adri

Clara had never had the opportunity to meet Mr. Steve one-on-one like this before. She couldn’t even think of how to react at that moment. Her face began to glow, like she’d been charmed with affection for him. He looked handsome—even though he was older than their age, Steve was still graceful and striking. Before she could speak, her vision started to blur, little by little. Her mind went blank, but she could still hold onto Steve’s image as though it was the last thing she wanted to remember forever—as she gave in. She was falling, and Steve instinctively ran forward and caught her. Vivienne had already noticed that Clara wasn’t standing steadily—something was clearly wrong her condition was more serious than she look. She had made a move to step out of the car as quickly as she could, but still, Steve was faster. He caught Clara. Just then, Steve realized his hands

Adrian sighed once he was outside the building, then pulled his phone out and dialed.Once the call connected, he spoke, his voice cracking slightly.“Steve, I need a ride,” he said in a cool tone.“Yes, sir. I’ll be with you—” Not even waiting for the words to finish, Adrian hung up.He didn’t need to tell Steve his location—Steve already knew, using his tracker to find him.Minutes passed.Then the white Rolls-Royce finally arrived.Adrian exhaled, clearly frustrated. Steve usually arrived the moment he called, but it seemed he’d been busy with something that delayed him. Even when Steve was at his home, despite being the heir of the most prominent family, he’d never use his power to insult others.This was one of the reasons Steve liked Adrian so much—he didn’t mind serving him until death.Just then, Adrian moved closer, only to see Steve’s face as the window slid open.He could tell the difference immediately—it was as though the rain was falling only on Steve’s side, and that al

“Where the hell is Derek?” Antony’s voice thundered with anger, as if he might explode at any moment, his glare fixed on the bald guard.With trembling hands and sweat beading on his forehead, the guard felt as though he were standing in the middle of a stormy sea—about to be swallowed by its rage—yet burning with a hot shiver deep in his marrow.“Sir—Derek is at the prison yard,” he said in a somber tone, not daring to meet Antony’s burning gaze.If there was one thing Antony hated, it was someone breaking the trust he had in them. He’d thought he knew his son well enough—that Derek would never dare act without informing him first. At least, Antony believed Derek respected him enough for that. But the truth was, Derek didn’t care about respect; he only feared the consequences of his father’s wrath.This time, however, Derek had decided it was enough. He wouldn’t run to his father for help whenever he was pushed. He would start handling things himself. After all, he was expected to ta