All Chapters of Mr. Lancaster, Your Wife Is Gone for Real This Time: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You certainly know how to take responsibility,” Miranda arched her red lips into a half-smile. “There are more than a hundred employees at Dream Club. If everyone started infighting the way you two did, we’d have shut down long ago. Here’s what we’ll do—starting tomorrow, you’ll be transferred to the cleaning department. You won’t be working as a hostess anymore. As for your dorm, the company will arrange a new place for you. This way, you won’t run into your roommate, and there’ll be fewer conflicts. What do you think?”As she finished, Miranda stared directly at her, waiting to see her reaction. After all, being a hostess was considered one of the “better” roles for young women—at least it looked glamorous on the surface. The cleaning department, on the other hand, was known for its grueling work, usually left to middle-aged women who had no other choice. Dirty, exhausting, and utterly thankless.But Isabella’s expression didn’t shift. She simply nodded once. “Yes.” She offered no

A collective gasp ran around the terrace. Pei Song sputtered and flailed in the pool. He looked at Dominic as if the world had just tilted beneath his feet. “What the hell, Mr. Lancaster? What do you mean?!”Dominic’s response was slow and effortless. “You were saying there was nothing to play with? Well, play’s on.”Cold water in winter bites the way only those who’ve fallen in know. No one in the crowd dared to make a sound—Dominic Lancaster was not a man to pick a fight with. Even the wealthiest scions here, used to having the city bend around their whims, shrank in the shadow of his calm.Pei’s laughter choked into spluttering curses as others scrambled to pull him out. Someone finally hauled him from the pool, drenched, humiliated, soaked to the bone. But the moment he staggered free, his eyes landed on the bottles Isabella had half-cleared. His expression darkened; he glanced at Dominic, then down at the empty crates. Clearly, his ego had been bruised—publicly outplayed.Domini

“Dominic… I’m coming in.”The door creaked open, and Sophia Harrington appeared in the doorway, leaning heavily on her crutch. Her hand was still on the knob, stopped in the motion of pushing it wide, as if her urgency had overridden all sense of courtesy. The look in her eyes was desperate—she had come not to visit but to confirm a suspicion that had been clawing at her chest.Dominic Lancaster’s brows furrowed, his sharp gaze cutting toward her. “Sophia? Why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to be doing rehab today?”But Sophia wasn’t listening to him. Her eyes had already darted toward Isabella Crater. She stiffened when she saw her—then her gaze flicked back to Dominic, lingering on his half-unbuttoned shirt and the faint smear of blood on his lips. Even the most naive person would know what that meant. And Sophia Harrington was anything but naive.Her delicate brows drew together, and her voice trembled as she asked, “Dominic… when did she get out of prison? And why… why are you

“Don’t get the coat dirty,” Isabella Crater said softly, took off the expensive jacket from her shoulders, and held it out to her brother.Her fingers trembled slightly. She cleaned restrooms for a living now. She scrubbed floors, vomit, and worse—her body always smelled faintly of disinfectant no matter how many times she showered. The last thing she wanted was to stain his immaculate clothes.“Dirty, my ass!” Ethan’s voice cracked. His eyes were already wet as he snatched the coat back and threw it roughly over her shoulders again. “If you ever say something so ridiculous again, Isabella, I’ll be the one getting angry!”The familiar warmth of her brother’s scent clung to the fabric. For a brief second, Isabella felt something loosen in her chest. Her lips curved faintly, though she made no further attempt to return the coat.“Quit this janitor job.” Ethan pulled out his wallet with shaking hands, then yanked free a credit card and shoved it into her hand. “Here. Take it. Spend what

Adrian Harrington strode up to her without a hint of hesitation, his gait like thunder in the quiet corridor. He grabbed her wrist with an iron grip. “Are you really going to humiliate yourself like this?” he demanded, voice low and furious. “Dominic loves Sophia, not you. Nothing you do will change that.”“I know Dominic likes your sister,” Isabella Crater responded, “You don’t have to repeat it.”Adrian’s fingers dug in, a stab of pain flashing up her arm. “Why are you so obsessed with him? You stay here as a cleaner for his sake? Is that what you want?” His face burned with contempt.“Whether I like him or not,” Isabella said, a cold smile twisting the corner of her lips, “what business is it of yours? Even if I did like you, would you sleep with someone who tried to kill your sister?” The words fell soft but loaded, and for a second Adrian looked caught—caught between anger and something like bewilderment.He released her then, jaw tight. “Why did you crash into Sophia? Dominic wa