All Chapters of Oops! The CEO's Ex is a Secret Genius: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

“This…” Diego’s other hand slid across the table to the laptop. “Can we restore this now?”Briella glanced down at the screen. “Right now?”“Yes,” Diego replied, making an elegant gesture. “Right now.”Briella pursed her lips. It wasn’t a big deal—she really couldn’t figure this man out.Without another word, she reached for the laptop and started clearing the virus.The white screen illuminated her focused expression like a halo of light outlining her face.Diego watched, unmoving, appreciation dancing in his eyes. Through the faint sheen of his glasses, his gaze was sharp—noble, restrained, and dangerously charming.He said nothing, just watched.“All done,” Briella said, turning the laptop toward him. “What are you staring at?”“Nothing,” Diego leaned back with a lazy smirk. “Just

Emeris.“Who's there?!”The corridor lights glared cold and white, casting sharp reflections off the pale-gray steel walls. The narrow hallway stretched endlessly, sterile and quiet—almost too quiet.A faint tapping echoed in the distance.So soft that most wouldn’t even notice.Saxon spun around sharply. A gun appeared in her hand with practiced speed—so fast, the motion blurred. Her eyes narrowed, dangerous and alert, locking onto the corner just behind her.She crept forward cautiously. Few people had access to this part of the facility—only those with the highest-level clearance.“Deanna really lives up to her reputation. I’ve finally seen it for myself today.”A woman’s voice rang out, crisp and amused, from around the corner.Saxon’s gaze sharpened. Deanna—that was her first name. Many knew the name, but only a handful

Preston slowly regained consciousness, his body slumped in the corner of the room. His wrists were tightly bound.He glanced around, assessing his surroundings.The room was large but rundown. Chunks of white plaster had fallen off the walls. There wasn’t a single decoration—only a lone chair positioned in front of him.No windows. No clue what time it was or how long he’d been unconscious.Absolutely no useful information to figure out where he was.Preston struggled against the ropes behind him, trying to loosen them. It was pointless.His strength hadn’t fully returned, and his head still felt fuzzy—likely from some kind of drug.Slumping back against the wall, he forced himself to recall what had happened before he blacked out.He had just stepped out of the elevator when he felt a sharp sting at the back of his neck—right near his shoulder.He turned, startled—then everything we

Leticia’s body was slowly lifted off the ground, her toes barely scraping the floor.A raspy, distorted sound escaped her throat.Her features twisted in pain as her face turned red from the lack of air.Briella's hand was clamped tightly around her neck—white skin stretched over visible veins and knuckles, so pale it seemed almost ghostly against the blue undertones. It was eerie.And yet her expression remained calm, eerily detached. Her eyes were tranquil, almost empty, like she was drifting in a void.Behind her pupils was a terrifying kind of calm—the calm that teetered on the edge of emotional collapse, held together only by pure control.A rage that burned silently beneath the surface.This was Briella at her most terrifying.She tilted her head slightly and stared at Leticia’s face, letting out a cold scoff."You actually had the nerve to ruin that face? Wasn’t it your

“Mr. Elsher.”The black fountain pen in Diego’s hand paused mid-signature. He looked up, his sharp side profile softening the moment he heard the voice.He set the pen down and said with gentle composure, “Briella.”“I prepared a gift to thank you,” Briella replied lightly. “The question is—do you dare come claim it?”Diego leaned back in his chair, the light in his deep eyes shifting into something darker, more dangerous. A low chuckle escaped him.“If the destination is you… what wouldn’t I dare?”The call disconnected without warning.Diego exhaled softly. “So heartless…” he murmured, though his expression was laced with indulgent amusement.He stood, grabbed the suit jacket off the chair, and walked out of the study.“Prepare the car.”Briella still held her phone, now cut off. She looked down at L