Alle Kapitel von Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

The black car sped closer, shattering the eerie silence that had been hanging over the road. Lucy, still behind the wheel, reflexively glanced at the rearview mirror. Her heart seemed to stop beating the moment she recognized the car.Vicktor’s car.Her fox-like eyes widened sharply. Lucy’s breath caught in her throat. The hands gripping the steering wheel suddenly turned cold, sweat dampening her palms. Something she had never wanted—and never imagined—had finally happened.In the passenger seat, Amora instead wore a faint smile. A thin, almost imperceptible smile filled with triumph. The fear of death that had moments ago constricted her throat slowly faded, replaced by a cold, unwavering confidence.She knew… this game was nearing its climax.“I already warned you, Lucy,” Amora said, holding back a laugh. Her tone was almost mocking, laced with deliberate sarcasm.“Shut up!” Lucy snapped softly, yet with crushing pressure. Her jaw tightened, her eyes reddening as she struggled to r

Suddenly, the ringing of Jessica’s phone shattered the silence in the room. The older woman immediately turned her head and grabbed her phone quickly, as if she had been waiting for that call all along.“Hello, Mrs. Jessica.” A gentle female voice was heard from the other end. “The passport you requested is ready. Would you like to pick it up at our office, or should we deliver it to your home?”Jessica took a short breath. “I’ll pick up the passport myself. Thank you.”Without giving the caller a chance to respond, she immediately ended the call unilaterally.“Mommy… why did you order a passport?” Amora’s voice sounded soft, yet full of suspicion.Jessica turned around. Her gaze immediately met her daughter’s eyes, which demanded an answer.“Amora, we are leaving New York. We can no longer stay here,” Jessica said briefly, without any explanation.Amora’s brow furrowed deeply.“Why do we have to move, Mommy?”Jessica let out a rough sigh, clearly unwilling to prolong the conversation

Amora stood in front of the lobby door, her steps slightly hesitant. Her eyes were still fixed on Vicktor, as if she was reluctant to part too soon. There was something unsettling in her heart, even though she didn’t know exactly what it was.“I’ll go home first,” Amora said softly, trying to sound casual.Vicktor nodded, then walked beside her until they reached the large glass doors of the Shane Group office lobby. The atmosphere that afternoon was quite busy, with several employees moving back and forth, yet their gazes were clearly drawn to the two figures.“Wait for the next surprise, alright, darling?” Vicktor said with a faint smile that was hard to read.Amora frowned, her curiosity instantly rising.“A surprise? What is it?” she asked quickly.Vicktor merely shook his head slightly, as if enjoying the sight of Amora beginning to grow restless.“Just wait until this afternoon,” he continued casually.Amora clicked her tongue softly, then stepped a little closer. “Mr. Caldwell…

It turned out that Vicktor brought Amora to a place she had never once imagined before.The police station.The car they were in came to a stop right in front of the building. The lights had begun to turn on, signaling that the evening was slowly slipping into night. The atmosphere felt cold, making Amora stare out the window with mixed emotions.Before getting out, Vicktor turned off the engine.Amora turned to him, her brows furrowing. “Vick, why are we at the police station?” she asked in confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a surprise?”Vicktor did not answer immediately. He turned his head slowly, looking at Amora with a serious expression he rarely showed.“The police want to take your statement, El. To investigate the kidnapping case,” he explained calmly. “Are you willing?”Amora fell silent for a moment.The kidnapping case.Those words instantly pulled her memories back to the horrifying incident that had nearly taken her life. Her heart began to beat a little fa

The romantic dinner was supposed to end on a sweet note, yet the night drifted on without anyone realizing. The dim lights, the clinking of glasses, and the soft melody of the music created an atmosphere that felt warm—too warm, to the point that Amora began to lose control.The girl let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed. The glass of wine in her hand lifted again without hesitation.“Amora, that’s enough,” Vicktor’s voice came out firmer than before.But Amora only shook her head lightly, her eyes beginning to droop. “One more… just one more, Vick,” she murmured softly.Vicktor let out a long sigh. He knew Amora had gone too far. Without waiting any longer, he took the glass from her hand.“No. We’re going home now.”Amora didn’t resist. Her body was already too weak to even protest. Her head drooped slowly, nearly touching the table.Vicktor immediately stood up, settling the bill quickly. After that, he wrapped an arm around Amora and carefully guided her out of the restaurant.