All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Vivienne sat at the far corner of Heaven’s Café, her hands wrapped tightly around a warm cup of cappuccino. The steam from the cup curled upward, but even the sweet scent of coffee couldn’t calm the storm in her chest. Her heart was beating so fast, it almost hurt. She pressed her lips together, her eyes darting toward the door every few seconds.She was waiting for Leo.Her mind kept running in circles. What if he laughs at me? What if he says I’m rushing things? What if he rejects me outright? The thought alone made her fingers tremble slightly as she lifted the cup to her lips. She hadn’t told him why she wanted to meet here, not even a hint.Just then, the door opened, and the familiar tall figure stepped in. Her heart skipped.“I’m right here,” she called softly, raising her hand just a little so he could see her.Leo turned, spotted her instantly, and walked over with his usual calm expression. He wore a simple dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the faint trace of cologne drifte

Emily headed straight to her floor, her steps firm amidst the quiet whispers of the workers.“Good morning, ma,” Chloe greeted, standing quickly from the chair where she had been waiting.“Chloe, thank you for agreeing to come over here with me,” Emily said gratefully, pulling her into a hug. Chloe froze a little, surprised by the sudden hug.“Mrs. Rowland, please, you don’t have to keep saying thank you. I’m more than happy to move here with you,” Chloe replied with a gentle smile. She actually found it strange that Emily, the wife of Denovon Rowland, kept thanking her. To her, it was nothing but joy. Not only did she get to keep working with her good manager, but her salary had also been increased.“Welcome to the company, Ma,” Mr. David, her father’s old assistant, said as he approached.Emily nodded politely.“The meeting will soon start,” he said softly, then turned and headed to the boardroom.“Let’s go, Chloe,” Emily said, following him inside.The executives were already seate

The black sedan sped down the long highway, the road stretching endlessly toward HL Town. It was a five–hour drive from their city. The sky was gray with heavy clouds, a gloomy mirror of the mood inside the car.Denovon sat in the back seat, his sharp eyes fixed on the road ahead. His posture was calm, but the silence around him was suffocating. In his hand, he held the report George had given him—the report of the materials used for the collapsed project. His eyes scanned every line, every figure, but his face showed nothing.George sat stiffly in the front passenger seat, his hands tightening on his knees from time to time. The driver focused on the long stretch of road, but the tension inside the car made even the steady hum of the engine sound heavy.The journey dragged on, silence stretching with the gray sky above. The only sound was the flipping of paper as Denovon continued to go through the report, his sharp mind picking through the details.When they finally reached HL Town,

Chapter 165A huge smile bloomed on Denovon’s face as the two men walked into the boardroom. Finally, he thought. He had been waiting for this moment for days, and when the news of the collapsed building spread yesterday and the shareholders pushed for this emergency meeting, he knew it would happen. His supposed granduncle would appear. His grandfather had already told him everything.“Who are you two?” one shareholder demanded, voicing the same question running through everyone’s mind.“I’m Martin Rowland, and this is my grandson, Reuben Rowland,” the older man introduced himself as Reuben guided him to a seat.Murmurs broke out immediately.“Martin?” Mr. Michael gasped, shock written all over his face. He knew the name.“It’s good you remember me, Michael,” Old Martin said with a smile. His wrinkled face shone with pride as he looked around, his gaze finally resting on Denovon, who sat calmly in the Chairman’s chair.“Gregory must have told you about me,” Old Martin smirked.“Yes,”

Evelyn sighed for what felt like the hundredth time as she stepped out of the house. The weight on her chest had not lifted since that dreadful day when she encountered the gunman. It had been days, yet the memory clung to her like a shadow that refused to leave. Every little sound startled her, every glance over her shoulder made her heart jump.She walked with her head lowered, her arms folded tightly as though she were hugging herself. The fear was still raw inside her. What haunted her more was George’s silence. Since that day, he had not reached out. He had always been the one constant in her life, the one she leaned on when the world grew too heavy. But lately, she felt like she was carrying the burden alone.Her feet dragged her to the bus stand. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed the sight of a familiar car parked nearby. She froze for a moment, blinking to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. Then her heart leapt with sudden joy.George’s car.All her