Todos os capítulos de THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Elysia took her seat, taking a sip from the cup of coffee, tracing a hand on the rim of the cup. “How did you know?” Calvin let out a soft exhale, shifting his gaze from Elysia to the new frame that was behind her, one that included a woman in a blue gown, stretching forth her hands to the multitude.“She called,” he replied, taking his phone out of his pocket and after that he dropped it on the table, pushing it towards Elysia who had been staring at it for a while. “Here.” At first she moved her eyes to him, then to the phone before picking it up, and her mouth parted open in less than a minute. “This is six days ago Calvin. Besides it's a private number, it can't be reached.” Calvin nodded, taking back his phone from Elysia. “Yeah, and because of that I called her second number but then, it kept ending in a voicemail. “Did she tell you which country she's in?” “No,” Mr. Hemsworth replied to Elysia who nodded again, supporting her chin with her hand. “The only thing I could rec

“Is he there already?” One of the cops asked, placing a hand above his gun and the second one nodded, fixing his eyes solely on the cop who was definitely his superior. “Yes sir,” he replied to the man, placing both hands into his pocket. “Fine,” the one who asked earlier nodded, walking towards the interrogation room, only to see Donovan with a smile on his face. No frown, no fear, nothing at all, just that smile. The cop smiled back like he could see right through Donovan, and in a few minutes time he took his seat, staring at nothing else. “Donovan is the name right?” The man asked, a smile pushing the corner of his lips up. “It’s not looking like I'm mistaken, or am I?” “You are free to call me anything,” Donovan replied, shrugging slightly. “So yeah, go on with anyone of your choice, you're free.” “That’s true,” the man did not state otherwise, and with a straight face be motioned towards the handcuff on Donovan's wrist, tilting his head. “If there's anyone that's not free,

“How?” Calvin whispered to himself in the room, placing his hands on his head before he finally raised his head, staring at the two numbers that were boldly on a white sheet of paper. He ran a hand over his face, transferring it to the back of his neck, and after a while he picked up the glass of tequila that was close to two glasses placed side by side. “Michael!” Calvin yelled the name, knowing fully that he was definitely not anywhere close to where he was, but right after he yelled that name, he heard approaching footsteps, and for sure, you could tell that he was not walking, judging by how fast the footstep was, and the doorknob of his bedroom twisted, and just as the door opened, Michael walked in. He was a dark man that was arguably in his mid twenties, and one of the features that made him seem older than his age was his physique, it was like that of a body builder, but then, that was not enough to stop him from lowering his head to Calvin who gulped down the content in hi

“I never knew you could be this self-centered, Orion,” that was the first thing she said immediately they both got out of the meeting room, and with a hand folded defensively above her chest she turned back, shaking her head in disappointment.“It's a big slap to the face, just so you know” she added, making sure each of her words sank into his head. Orion, who was still finding it hard to process what was unfolding before his eyes, ran a hand over his face, coming to a stop just as his hands got to his waist. “Self-centered,” he swallowed hard, blinking faster than any normal human would, then with a sad look in his eyes he let out another sigh, rolling his sleeves up to his forearm. He stared at the finger once again, making sure she heard the scoff that made way past his lips. “Are you kidding me right now?” He demanded, stretching his hands towards hers, only for her to take it backwards, staring into his sharp blue eyes that slowly became dull. “Orion, I,” she paused, and so

Orion could be seen seated on a chair, a swivel one to be precise, but a glance at it could tell you that it was different from the one that was in his office. Also, it was easy to know that it was not his office, irrespective of the fact that it screamed familiarity in a way. The sudden gasp that escaped his mouth immediately he raised his head up was enough to make Jordan stop what he was doing. “You are up,” Jordan whispered under his breath, shifting the chair to Orion's field of vision. “It's been sixteen hours, Orion.” “Not like you took some pills or something,” he added, rising to his feet. “You must be hungry.”As Jordan walked around the place Orion said nothing, his gaze just remained on a particular spot, which was the laptop that was placed on Jordan's second table. “Take this,” Jordan stretched a parfait to Orion with two doughnuts, flashing a smile towards Orion who shook his head. “I'm not in the mood for any of these things Jordan,” he gently pushed it away from