Semua Bab Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Nathan’s POVThe city stretched out beneath my windows, glittering with a thousand lights, but inside Graveswell Holdings the halls were quiet—exactly how I preferred it.My office glowed in muted lamplight, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. Midnight was when most people unwound. For me, it was when everything sharpened.The only sound was the rapid-fire tapping of keys.Carmilla sat at the end of my desk, her laptop open, hair falling loose as she typed like she was punishing the keyboard.She muttered something under her breath—probably about me.I leaned back in my chair, lips curving. “Careful. At this rate, you’ll wear the poor thing out.”Her head snapped up, eyes flashing. “Maybe if you gave me actual notice instead of dumping three reports on me five minutes ago, my typing wouldn’t sound like gunfire.”Amused, I steepled my fingers. “Efficiency under pressure. Consider it training.”She rolled her eyes so hard I almost applauded. “You’re infuriating, you know th

Emma’s POVThe elevator jolted once more before grinding to a complete stop. My stomach dropped right along with it.“Oh my God,” I muttered, jabbing the emergency button like my life depended on it. “Come on, come on—”Nothing. Just a faint click, then silence.I grabbed the intercom receiver, pressed it to my ear. Static. No voice, no help. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.“This is a nightmare.”“Relax.”His voice was smooth, irritatingly calm. Lucas leaned against the mirrored wall like he’d ordered the whole fiasco just to amuse himself. Hands in pockets, expression cool, like he wasn’t stuck in a metal box twenty floors up.“Help is coming,” he added, almost lazily. “You’ll survive.”I spun on him. “Survive an hour locked in here with you? That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”His chuckle was low, warm, maddening. “Admit it—you’ve had worse company.”I glared, though my pulse betrayed me with its traitorous hammering. “You seriously think you’re the better option?”He tilted his he

Natalie’s POV“…and picture this,” Vivian said, sweeping her arm like she was conducting an orchestra. “The ballroom ceiling draped in cascading silks—white, champagne, and just a kiss of gold to reflect the chandeliers. Each table will have crystal centerpieces with hand-cut blossoms imported from Milan. Maison Vivra is curating the entire aesthetic.”She snapped her fingers, and her assistant unveiled a sleek portfolio, flipping it open to renderings of the ballroom. The sketches were so detailed it almost felt alive—glittering lights, soaring drapes, and floral arches framing the dance floor.Arthur’s fiancée, Clarisse Vale, leaned forward with wide, starstruck eyes. “Oh wow, that’s… that’s gorgeous! Like one of those royal weddings in celebrity magazines.”Vivian’s lips curved, a smile sweet enough to rot teeth. “Exactly, dear. We’ll make sure you photograph well. It’s all about presence—and posture.”Clarisse nodded eagerly, missing the faint sting in Vivian’s tone. She was stunn

Carmilla’s POVIt’s well past midnight.My cubicle looked like a battlefield—coffee cups, open files, and half-eaten takeout scattered between color-coded spreadsheets.I rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to focus on the quarterly report Nathan had wanted yesterday. Typical. The man operated on his own timeline—everyone else was just scrambling to keep up.While cross-checking supplier data, a new folder caught my attention. ProcureEx Trading Ltd.I frowned. That name wasn’t on any of the reports I’d compiled earlier. Curious, I clicked it open.A set of encrypted files blinked on the screen. I hesitated, then entered the universal admin key Nathan had once boasted was “unbreakable unless you know me.” He really should’ve stopped underestimating me.The folder opened—and my pulse kicked up.Supplier ledgers. Shipment trails. Payment transfers routed through a maze of offshore accounts.And a familiar name glinting in the corner of one document.Maison Vivra.Wait a second.Vivian’s brand

Brandon’s POVYet another day of silent investigations. I was in the conference room, sleeves rolled up, staring down a stack of financial reports that refused to make sense.“Run it again,” I told the finance team. “Maison Vivra’s vendor payouts, last three months. Include every offshore ledger.”They exchanged nervous glances. “Sir, we’ve already—”“Then do it again,” I cut in. “Line by line.”If Natalie was right—and God, I hoped she wasn’t—then something in these numbers would show it. I’d spent half the night replaying her voice, the quiet certainty when she said there’s a bridge between the companies.The door swung open all of a sudden, and Vivian charged inside. Not breezed through like usual. She walked in like she owned the air, red heels clicking sharp against the marble. “I just heard you’ve been asking for Maison Vivra’s internal reports.” Her tone was syrup and steel all at once. “Care to explain why I am suddenly under audit?”I leaned back, calm—or pretending to be.