All Chapters of The Ex-Wife You Tossed, Now a Billionaire’s Queen: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

On the other side of town, at the Reed family estate.“Mama, the butler’s back,” Victoria said as she gently massaged Mrs. Reed’s shoulders. The older woman sat in an old wooden chair in the reading room, her expression calm but sharp. Victoria’s eyes followed the silhouette of the middle-aged man who had just entered the courtyard in a hurry.Mrs. Reed slowly opened her eyes. “How did it go?”The butler bowed respectfully. “Ma’am, the medicine’s been delivered, and the message has been passed along.”“She didn’t say anything?”“She only spoke a few words, as if she already knew I was coming.”Victoria let out a quiet scoff. “At least she’s still self-aware. Did you actually see her take the medicine?”“No, but Miss Evelyn seemed cooperative.”“Idiot,” Victoria muttered, frowning. “What if she only pretended to take it, then threw it away the second you left? If she ends up pregnant and starts talking about her ‘rights as a mother,’ that’ll blow up fast.”Mrs. Reed’s tone turned icy.

The man who stood up first spoke loudly. “Mr. Callahan, your words might sound convincing right now, but once we go back to Callahan Group, that’ll be the end of our future.”“Exactly,” another one added quickly. “We left the group to find better opportunities, didn’t we? With all the chaos going on at Callahan Group, what kind of future can we even expect?”A few others nodded, uneasy agreement written on their faces.Lucas’s expression hardened, blood rushing to his head. “Are you all blind? A giant like Callahan Group, a publicly listed company, you really think it’s going to lose to some cheap little firm?”Chloe, standing beside him, snapped. “Open your eyes. Mr. Callahan came here himself to ask you to come back. You should feel honored.”Yale stared at her flatly. “Sorry, but that’s not the kind of honor we can afford to accept.”He turned his sharp, mocking gaze to Lucas. “Mr. Callahan, I’ve worked at the group for years. It was your father who promoted me. So let me be honest

The office was dead quiet.The only sound was Sebastian’s heavy breathing, deep and strained, like he was holding back an anger that could explode any second. The air felt thick, charged, as if a single spark could set the whole room on fire.Evelyn, however, didn’t flinch. She stared at him calmly, without the slightest hint of fear. She stood tall, unyielding. Evelyn Sinclair had always been that way, steadfast, grounded. She didn’t back down easily, especially not under pressure.The door slammed shut with a deafening thud. Sebastian had thrown it hard enough to make the sound echo across the entire floor.A few seconds later, Delilah burst in, her face pale with panic.“What was that noise?” she asked, looking at Evelyn, who was sitting casually on the sofa, sipping her tea as if nothing had happened.“Nothing,” Evelyn said flatly. “You want some tea?”Delilah glanced toward the door, toward the direction Sebastian had gone. “Did you two fight again?”Evelyn didn’t answer. She o

At Reed Group Headquarters, Boston.“Excuse me, did you make an appointment? The Marketing Director, Mr. Nathan, isn’t in the office today.”The receptionist’s tone was polite but firm, enough to stop Evelyn Sinclair right in front of the desk.Delilah, standing beside her, let out a quiet scoff. “It’s pretty obvious they don’t want to see us.”Evelyn frowned. “Not necessarily. Let’s wait for the outcome before jumping to conclusions.”“Anna’s been here three times, and she’s never met anyone. You really think there’s still an ‘outcome’ to wait for?” Delilah shot her a skeptical look. “If you ask me, you should just go talk to Sebastian directly.”“No way.”“Why are you so damn stubborn? The shortcut’s right in front of you, and you’d rather take the long way around. If you just talk to Sebastian nicely, wouldn’t that increase your chances of getting the project?”Evelyn looked at her for a moment, her voice calm. “Everything has its time, Del. I don’t mix personal matters with work.

Evelyn stayed calm, barely flinching at the sarcastic tone dripping from Camilla’s voice.“I just don’t get it,” she said flatly. “Miss Summers said this dress was inappropriate, but she wants to try it on herself. So which one’s inappropriate, the dress, or the person wearing it?”Camilla smiled, clearly pleased with herself, her expression relaxed but smug.“Doesn’t matter what you say. You already lost, Evelyn. When Sebastian and I get married, I’ll make sure you get an invitation.”“So I should thank you for your generosity, huh?”“Of course. People who know their place are usually wiser. No one who goes against me ends up doing well. Anyway, this dress? I’ll take it.”She waved at the sales clerk.“Wrap it up, I’ll pay for it now.”The clerk hesitated. “I’m sorry, but I can’t just...”“You don’t understand what I said?” Camilla snapped. “I said I’m buying it.”But Evelyn cut in, her voice calm, yet sharp enough to slice through the tension.“Camilla Summers, I don’t remembe