All Chapters of Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The café was filled with the subtle aroma of roasted coffee beans.Carter sat in a corner booth, a cold cup of coffee in front of him.When Cecilia rushed in, he stood up immediately, a strained, overly polite smile on his face.Cecilia sat down guiltily—she'd promised to come right away, but Liam had dragged her into a drawn-out lunch, leaving Carter waiting almost an hour."Sorry, I got held up," she murmured, lifting her water glass for a quick sip."No, no, don't mention it," Carter waved his hands dismissively with a bitter smile. "It's an honor just to meet with you."Cecilia didn't respond to that. Her eyes went straight to the slightly worn folder on the table. She cut straight to the point. "Is everything I asked for in here?""Yes, yes, all here." Carter eagerly pushed the folder toward her.Then he lowered his head guiltily, clenching his fists on the table until his knuckles turned white. His voice carried a faint tremor."I'm sorry, Cecilia. I was too cowardly, I was—""N

Murphy crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, the motion sharp and final.He tried to maintain his composure but couldn't help turning his head slightly, avoiding Liam's scorching gaze.Seeing this, Robin reached out and gave Liam's tense shoulder a light, calming pat. "Chill, bro. We prepared a batch of fake serum. The injection mimics poisoning symptoms but causes zero actual harm. Surveillance shows Dave has already taken the bait."Liam's head snapped toward Robin, the fury in his eyes still blazing, his anger far from subsided.Robin met his gaze head-on, his usual careless smirk back in place, tinged with amusement."This is EXACTLY why we didn't tell you upfront. See? Right on cue—mention Cecilia and you're a whole different you."Murphy finally spoke again, his voice steady with the calm authority of an eldest brother."There's no need for excessive worry. Our assessment indicates Cecilia is not their primary target."Liam gave a stiff nod. “It has to be Edward. If he's dead,

Caesar either completely missed the biting sarcasm in Cecilia's tone or chose to ignore it.His expression remained neutral as he continued reading."Clause Two: I bequeath 20% of my 55% shareholding to a trust established at Citibank. Citibank shall form a holding company for the independent management of these shares.""Clause Three: The remaining 15% of my shares—"He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the suddenly tense faces in the room before continuing,"—I leave entirely unassigned. This portion shall be subject to adjudication and distribution by a court of competent jurisdiction, in accordance with the laws of Intestate Succession and relevant corporate statutes."The air in the room froze solid.A complex mix of shock, calculation, and fury passed over the faces of those present, their eyes silently clashing.What did this mean? Throwing it to the courts?It was tantamount to shoving everyone into a fighting ring, forcing them to tear each other apart in a humiliat

The dead of night found Liam standing alone before the window, his eyes swirling with murderous intent. The tenderness he had shown Cecilia earlier was gone, utterly erased.He took a slow sip of whiskey, trying to drown the fury raging within, to force a cold calm upon himself.This is part of the plan, he repeated, a mantra in his mind.Necessary patience for total victory.But no amount of deep breathing could purge the image burned into his brain—Cecilia, unconscious, vulnerable, completely at the mercy of others.It was a line crossed. His line.Thud.He slammed the crystal tumbler onto the windowsill. Decision made. He snatched his phone and hit the speed dial.The call connected instantly, met by a blast of deafening heavy metal music. Liam's voice, however, cut through the noise, cold as sharded ice."They drugged her. HOW FUCKING MUCH LONGER are we supposed to wait?""Hey! Relax, man!" Robin's voice was casual, dripping with the languor of the club."I told you. It's just a s

Gordon's drunkenness evaporated in a flash, replaced by sheer terror.His face turned as pale as a sheet. Stumbling forward, his voice trembled uncontrollably."Ethel! I... I was just passing by, saw Gia here, and came in to say hello! I don't know these people at all—""Oh?"Ethel gently pushed away his fumbling hands and walked step by step towards the sofa.The two models huddled together, too terrified to even breathe heavily.She picked up a half-full glass from the table, tilting her wrist with elegant grace—Whiskey dripped, one drop after another, onto their heavily made-up faces, tracing paths down their trembling skin."OUT." The single word escaped her lips, quiet yet jolting everyone in the room awake.Chaos erupted instantly. People scrambled desperately for the door, the sharp crunch of heels on broken glass grating through the air.In the blink of an eye, the private room was more than half empty.Gordon saw his chance and tried to slip away with the crowd, but before h