บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

‘Miss Alice, look out, there’s someone following you,’ shouted a staff member at Alice’s company, having spotted a man trailing her as she walked towards the main entrance gate.‘Where? Who’s following me?’ Alice replied, looking in all directions, but the man ran off rapidly before Alice fully registered that she had been watched.‘The man ran in there,’ her staff member answered.‘Did you get a good look at the man following me?’ Alice asked, checking the opposite side of the street again, but there were no pedestrians.‘He was tall, like Mr. Oscar and Mr. David, but he wore a black mask and had long hair, though he was definitely a man,’ the employee said.‘Never mind. It’s likely my uncle. I just need to be cautious.’Alice entered the company and returned to her usual work. She stared at the laptop screen, her face pale. She shared a large office with Morgan.‘Morgan… I’m receiving several anonymous messages… Marcel… he’s trying to attack us aga

Marcel let out a cynical laugh, furious that his emotional strategy had failed. He launched one last swift and aggressive attack, attempting to fell Morgan once and for all. Morgan deftly absorbed the assault, using Marcel's momentum to reverse their positions. With a single quick move, Marcel was cornered at the end of the hallway, his breathing ragged. Alice sighed in relief, yet remained tense. "Morgan... you managed to stop him... but... he's still dangerous." Morgan stared at Marcel, his face resolute. "Enough, Marcel. I gave you the chance to surrender. But you chose the wrong path. Now... you have nowhere left to hide." Marcel laughed again, though his breathing was heavy. "This... this isn't over, Morgan... I'll be back... stronger... more cunning..." Morgan looked at him, his voice firm. "You can come back... but I will anticipate your every move. You may be cunning... but you will never be a step ahead of me agai

The mysterious man was delighted that the two twins were at war. ‘Just you wait. I’ll make you despise each other even more.’ Suddenly, the rain poured down hard. Dark clouds still hung over the city when morning arrived. Alice sat on the balcony, watching the streetlights reflect in the puddles. Her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp. Marcel had shown his intent to launch a personal attack, and his assaults were becoming more cunning by the day. Morgan sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen displaying the team’s activity and Marcel’s attack patterns. “We have to be ready, Alice. The next attack will be more personal… and more dangerous. Marcel won’t stop.” Alice took a long breath. “I… I’m scared, Morgan. This time, he’s not just targeting our reputation or our team… but likely us personally too.” “We’re not alone, Alice. I’ve contacted someone… someone who can help us deal with Marcel. We might need a new ally—and I believe he could be the decisive factor

'Rafael… Marcel is growing more aggressive. I fear he is not only attacking our reputation and our team… he's… he's starting to attack us emotionally.' Alice was still tense from everything that was happening. The rain had not ceased; the city appeared sodden and dim. In Morgan and Alice’s house, the atmosphere was thick with tension, yet equally charged with strategy. Rafael sat in the centre of the room, his laptop screen displaying diagrams, Marcel’s communication patterns, and a psychological behaviour analysis of their adversary. 'Precisely. Marcel will try to provoke you into an emotional reaction. That’s his weakness: when he is too certain of the chaos he’s created, he will misstep. We must exploit that,' Rafael stated. Morgan looked at them both. 'We need to stay focused. Marcel may be cunning, but we have the upper hand now—we are not simply reacting, we are dictating his moves.' Morning passed, and now it was afternoon. Marcel began to execute more audacious manoeuvres

'Mercy… Sir.' Morgan was thrown back, having been kicked with tremendous force.'I told you, if you don’t wish to become the strong Mafia King who can kill Morgan, then I shall see to it that you die, following my son,' the large, tattooed, middle-aged man roared.'I apologise, for my failure. I will ensure that I succeed in killing Morgan,' David replied.'Quickly, retrieve your Master. Take Marcel and monitor his movements closely. I shall proceed to another location,' the man commanded.'Come, Master Marcel. The Grand Master orders us to take you,' said some of the man’s henchmen.Marcel was taken by the man’s subordinates to another location, where they were to devise an even better plan. One, of course, that would make Morgan lose and die slowly.That night, heavy rain poured down on the city, coating the streets with shimmering puddles beneath the streetlamps. In Morgan and Alice’s apartment, the atmosphere seemed calm, but the tension lingered lik