All Chapters of Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

The lobby of MT Group's headquarters gleamed like a polished mirror, the air infused with the familiar scent of coffee and the brisk efficiency of a corporation running at full speed.Liam stepped through the revolving doors and headed steadily toward the executive elevators. His tailored charcoal-gray suit accentuated his tall, commanding frame.As he passed the marble reception desk, however, a series of deliberately hushed, excited whispers from young women--punctuated by soft laughter--drifted into his ears."...Did you see what Meredith was wearing today? He looked like he'd just stepped off a runway in Paris.""Of course I saw him. I was in the elevator with him earlier! He was on the phone, speaking in that low voice of his... honestly, my palms were sweating.""Be real--Monday morning meetings used to feel like torture. Now? I actually look forward to Mondays.""Hey, should we come up with an excuse to drop off some documents at logistics? Didn't their department just get merg

Inside the CEO's office, the heavy blackout curtains were drawn halfway, blocking out part of the harsh sunlight.Liam reclined against a leather sofa, an ice pack pressed to his forehead. The chill eased the lingering dizziness brought on by the impact.Cecilia stood with her back to him at the floor-to-ceiling window, her posture straight and rigid.Her voice was quiet, but there was a severity to it he had never heard before. "I never imagined that one day I'd see you brawling with someone like a street thug."Liam gave a wry smile and shifted the ice pack aside, rolling his shoulder slightly.A sharp wave of soreness shot through him, making him suck in a breath.Hearing the sound, Cecilia turned around. Her expression was flat.She walked back to the sofa, said nothing, and began unbuttoning his shirt.Liam didn't stop her. He simply watched in silence.When the shirt slid off, a shocking expanse of dark bruising bloomed across his shoulder, the edges tinged deep red--clear evide

The Maybach had already driven two blocks away from the MT Group headquarters when it suddenly screeched to a violent halt.The tires shrieked against the asphalt, the sound piercing and sharp.Liam all but slammed the door open and burst out of the back seat.Standing on the crowded sidewalk, he tilted his head upward--and his pupils shrank abruptly.From the top floor of the MT Group building, the very place he had just left, thick black smoke was rolling out in billowing waves. Blinding flames shot savagely through shattered windows, staining the sky above that section of the building a sinister orange-red.It felt as if an invisible hand had seized his heart, crushing it so hard it stopped beating for a split second--before it resumed pounding wildly against his chest, bringing with it a suffocating wave of panic.He shoved past the onlookers who had stopped to stare and point, charging like a deranged beast against the tide of people now pouring out of the building's exits, despe

Inside the office, the air had turned into a scalding poison.The thunderous collapse outside the door rang like a death knell.Immediately after, the flames that had been blocked surged forward as if they had found a new outlet, pouring violently through cracks and along the edges of the door.The wooden door warped and split under the extreme heat, emitting a teeth-grinding groan. The stench of burning wood mixed with the sharp, acrid smell of chemical combustion, thick enough to choke."The wall's down. The route is completely blocked."Cecilia leaned against Liam's chest, her voice soft and eerily calm, as if she had already accepted it.She shook her head slightly.Liam's arms tightened around her, holding her as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones. His voice, however, was steady--unyielding, powerful."Don't be afraid. I'm here. There has to be a way."Meredith rushed to the window, now completely stripped

The women's prison stood on the outskirts of the city, its gray-white concrete walls looming grimly beneath the overcast sky, radiating an oppressive, forbidding air.A black Range Rover slowed to a stop in the designated area outside the security perimeter.Ferdinand opened the door and stepped out alone.He wore a dark overcoat and carried an ebony cane, his movements steady, his expression unreadable.The heavy iron gate slid open soundlessly before him, as if yielding to some irresistible force.Inside the visitation room, the air felt stagnant. The only sound was the low, constant hum of the ventilation system.Harriet sat behind a metal table bolted to the floor, dressed in a prison uniform so faded it had nearly lost its original color.When she saw Ferdinand enter, a smile slowly spread across her face--a strange blend of mockery, satisfaction, and a twisted sense of delight that even she might not have fully understood.