All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Vicktor Caldwell stood frozen in front of the elevator doors that had just slid shut. The image of the stranger he had crossed paths with moments ago remained vividly etched in his mind. That man’s aura was far too dominant, far too dangerous to be called nothing more than a business associate. There had been absolute possession in his gaze, as though every inch of this building belonged to him.And that man had just come from Amora’s office.An unsettling feeling slowly crept into Vicktor’s chest. He turned around and strode toward the secretary’s desk outside the President Director’s office.“Who was the man who just came out of Miss Amora’s office?” Vicktor asked bluntly.The secretary looked up, slightly startled by Vicktor’s uneven breathing. “He was... Miss Amora’s personal guest, sir. She didn’t mention his name, but Miss Amora allowed him inside.”A personal guest? During office hours?Vicktor’s blood boiled. During his years serving as CEO of Shane Group, he knew every one of

Amora stomped her foot in irritation, ignoring Maverick’s intense stare that seemed to strip apart every one of her movements. All her energy had already been drained from dealing with Vicktor outside. She had no patience left to entertain Maverick’s madness tonight.Without bothering to respond to his interruption, Amora grabbed a clean towel from the cabinet and immediately disappeared into the bathroom. She needed cold water to cool down the boiling mess inside her head.Fifteen minutes later, Amora stepped out wearing a comfortable oversized T-shirt. Her damp hair was neatly wrapped in a towel. The moment she entered the bedroom area, she found Maverick still sitting in the exact same spot—lounging casually on the sofa with the now-empty glass in his hand.Amora walked indifferently toward the vanity table. While staring at her reflection in the mirror, she began applying moisturizer to her face with calm, steady movements.“Just tell me already, what do you want here?” Amora fina

The morning sunlight slipped through the narrow gap in the curtains, bringing a warmth that slowly disturbed Amora’s sleep. She blinked several times, adjusting her vision to the increasingly bright light. But the moment her senses fully returned, her gaze immediately landed on the figure across the bed.On the long sofa in the corner of the room, Maverick was fast asleep.His position was completely messy. The man lay sprawled on his back with both legs spread apart; his right leg hung helplessly toward the floor, while his left rested against the sofa’s armrest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, only the same pair of pants from last night still clinging to his body.Amora froze. Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. Whether she liked it or not, she had to admit one thing: her husband truly possessed a dangerously irresistible charm.Her eyes wandered over Maverick’s figure. The muscles in his arms looked firm and well-defined, even in his sleep. Amora’s gaze then drifted lower, loc

“Daddy! Mommy! Help me! I’m scared!” Kelly screamed, her voice hoarse from crying too much.The kidnapper snorted behind his mask. He raised his gun and pointed it directly at Kelly’s head. “Stop the drama and hand over the suitcase now!” he barked, his voice deliberately disguised.Vicktor stepped forward a few paces, placed the suitcase on the wooden porch floor, then slowly pushed it forward with his foot. “Let my daughter go now. The money is inside.”The masked man crouched down while keeping one hand aimed at Kelly with the gun. With his other hand, he quickly unzipped the suitcase. The moment it opened, his eyes narrowed sharply. Beneath the top layer of dollar bills were nothing but stacks of newspaper scraps and small denominations of cash. The amount was nowhere near two hundred thousand dollars.“Bastard!”The kidnapper roared in fury. In a fit of rage, he kicked the suitcase into the air, sending its contents scattering messily across the ground. “You dare play games with

Vicktor’s grip on Amora’s wrist was forcibly torn away when another large hand yanked him back roughly. Vicktor staggered a step backward, his eyes widening in disbelief when he recognized the unfamiliar man he had briefly seen around the Shane Group office a few days ago now standing firmly before him.That man—Maverick—stared at Vicktor with an icy gaze, as though Vicktor was nothing more than an irritating insect standing in his way.Amora chose to remain silent. From where she stood, she could clearly see Maverick’s jaw tighten and the veins along his neck tense sharply. A dangerous fury burned inside those gray eyes.He’s jealous, Amora thought, a trace of disbelief rising inside her heart at seeing such an intense reaction from someone like Maverick.“Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere in our business?!” Vicktor barked arrogantly. His confidence immediately returned. In his eyes, this stranger was nothing more than an ignorant intruder who knew nothing about his histor