Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Jane curled her lips. "Alan's such a naive little loser. He really thinks you've lost everything just because you were removed as an heir to the family fortune."Alan had no idea how much power and wealth Bruce actually possessed, far more than even the Princetons could imagine. Bruce could have destroyed this family at any time.Bruce looked away from the bank card Isolde had left behind. His gaze darkened. "No. Let him keep his fantasy for a few more days. Let them throw him a party and announce him as the heir. Revenge tastes sweeter when someone first believes it is within reach… and then loses it all."He understood that feeling all too well. Once, he had been the happiest boy in the world, cherished by parents beyond anything one could hope for. He lost everything on his birthday.He could never forget the sensation of being hurled into despair from such a height.His return and apparent struggle for the inheritance were nothing more than a game. He never cared about the mea

The night lay silent, broken only by the steady beeping of medical equipment. From time to time, the crunch of tires on pavement drifted in from outside, and passing headlights cast brief sweeps of light across the walls.Bruce sat upright and fixed his gaze on the android.Minutes dragged by. At 3:00 a.m., Spade suddenly turned its neck a fraction.Bruce narrowed his eyes. He pushed the blanket aside and hauled himself up with his arms. His injuries turned every movement into a slow, grinding effort. Sweat dotted his forehead as he edged toward the wheelchair beside the bed.He wheeled himself to the bathroom.The instant Spade detected a sound, it froze. Only after the faucet began to run did it move again, scanning the room in silence.In the lounge, the tablet's cold white glow lit Isolde's exhausted face. She frowned at Jane through the camera.Jane was still asleep. That meant Bruce had gone to the bathroom alone.Had he ignored his doctors again? His injuries were seriou

Isolde's real plan hinged on getting help from K.She had exchanged a few messages with K online before and knew he ranked among the sharpest minds in AI engineering. If she could bring him onto the team, he could help her develop the algorithms and programs needed to commercialize the androids within two months.Tom frowned as he listened. "Sure. I've heard of K. He's a genius at what he does, but he's a bit of an antisocial wildcard, innit? He doesn't just accept anyone's invitation to talk. He's a phantom even among hackers. The odds of him accepting your request are basically zero."A black window suddenly popped up on Isolde's screen. Four words appeared: [Not yr tool m8.]Tom deadpanned. "Not your tool, mate."K had replied exactly as Tom expected.Isolde did not look rattled. Her fingers flew across the keyboard at high speed as she narrowed down his IP address. His possible location shrank rapidly on the screen, but just as she was about to lock it in, the signal cut out.

The cab stopped in front of a nondescript house.Isolde got out at once and knocked on the door.Some time passed before a young man finally answered. He wore a brown sweatsuit, and his shoulder-length hair looked as unruly as sheep's wool. Deep eyebags shadowed his face, nearly creeping up to his cheekbones. He carried the unmistakable air of a night owl who rarely left the house.He stared at the floor, groggy, and asked in a tired voice, "Who?""Good evening. I'm Isolde Vancrest, Director of Global—"Impatience flickered across his eyes as he started to shut the door.Expecting this, Isolde caught it with her hand. "Wait. I'm here to invite you to collaborate with me, in all sincerity. Please, hear me out.""Not interested.""K, I really need your help." Isolde's voice sharpened with urgency. "You're the only person who can help me develop my androids within two months. These robots mark a global milestone. They will be historic and beneficial to all humanity. You'll gain un

Isolde's heart sank. So her being abducted and detained still came true after all.Alan had not dared to behave this way previously because Bruce was protecting her. But now that Bruce had lost much of his power, this bastard wasted no time using the most underhanded means to force her back to him, after all!She gritted her teeth. "I think you're forgetting something, Alan. I'm not just his wife. I'm also the chief researcher in Nightfall. I'm a public figure, and if there's one thing that characterizes a life like that… it's the attention."Nightfall will start looking for me. The media will begin to question my whereabouts. And you… You are going to pay dearly for this!"Alan smiled haughtily. "Oh please. Bruce's little antic to cover your losses have enraged our grandfather enough that he had gone ill. As the heir, I'm functionally the master of the house now. All I'm missing is the official ceremony to pass the torch to me."When that happens, why would I care about what Nigh