บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Wife Became Beautiful After Divorce : He Regrets: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The next morning, the Daxon Group building looked busier than usual. Several staff members moved back and forth carrying documents, while the public relations team appeared busy preparing a major agenda for the week.A black car stopped in front of the main lobby.Hellena stepped out first, followed by Kattie, who immediately adjusted the tablet in her hands.“Just relax,” Kattie said softly. “It’s only a contract signing.”Hellena nodded. “I know.”Even so, her steps remained steady, her face calm, as if nothing was troubling her mind. Yet since last night’s incident, her thoughts had not fully settled.Inside the building, Gevan was already waiting in the main meeting room. As soon as the door opened and Hellena entered, his gaze immediately fell on her.“Good morning, Miss Hellena,” Gevan greeted formally.“Good morning, Mr. Daxon,” Hellena replied briefly.Kattie nodded politely. “We’re ready for the signing process.”“Please, have a seat,” Gevan said.They sat facing each other.

The hotel room lights were dim. The curtains were tightly closed, leaving only a yellowish glow that made the atmosphere feel stifling. Claudia stood near the vanity table, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. Her face looked calm, but her eyes were cold and calculating.There was a soft knock on the door.Claudia did not answer immediately. She took a breath, then said briefly, “Come in.”The door opened. The elderly man who had met her earlier that afternoon stepped inside hesitantly. His suit was neat, his tie slightly crooked, and his face looked tense.“You did come,” Claudia said without turning around.The man closed the door slowly. “I shouldn’t be here.”Claudia smiled faintly. “But you’re still here.”The man fell silent. His eyes flicked toward the bed, then returned to Claudia. “The documents… I’ve prepared them. But this violates many things.”Claudia turned around and leaned against the vanity. “You always talk about risks. But you also know that everything can b

That morning at the Daxon Mansion. The car carrying Ghani had just entered the vast courtyard of the house. Several servants had been ready since dawn, and smiles appeared on their faces when they saw the little boy step out of the car.“Young Master Ghani has returned,” one of the servants murmured softly.As soon as the car door opened fully, an elderly woman with silver hair hurried forward. Madam Meydina, Ghani’s grandmother, could not hide her happiness.“Ghani,” she called enthusiastically.“Grandma!” Ghani immediately ran over and hugged Madam Meydina tightly.Madam Meydina chuckled and returned the hug. “Goodness, my grandson is finally home. You look thinner.”Ghani nodded slightly. “A little.”“That’s enough, don’t move around too much yet,” his grandmother said as she gently stroked Ghani’s head. “Come inside. Grandma already asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite food.”Gevan, who stood a few steps behind them, watched the scene in silence. There was warmth mixed with

The ballroom, which had previously been lively, had now descended into chaos. The guests remained standing in their respective places; some whispered among themselves, while others busily recorded everything with their phones. That night, the name Daxon Group became the center of attention—not because of its new perfume, but because of an incident no one had ever imagined.Gevan finally moved.The moment he saw Hellena walking quickly toward the ballroom exit, he stepped down from the stage with long strides. His face was hard, his jaw clenched tightly. Ignoring the stares of the crowd, he chased after Hellena.“Stop!” he shouted.Hellena did not turn around.Gevan quickened his pace and grabbed Hellena’s wrist. “We’re not done talking.”Hellena stopped immediately, but within seconds, she harshly slapped his hand away.“Don’t touch me,” Hellena said coldly.Gevan was startled, but his emotions had already flared. “You can’t cancel the contract unilaterally. You’ve humiliated Daxon Gr

That night, the city streets were still crowded with passing vehicles. Gevan drove his car with a tense expression. His hands gripped the steering wheel too tightly, his knuckles turning white.His thoughts were still in chaos.Hellena’s face on the stage, her cold gaze, and then that confession—Sheena. Everything felt impossible, yet the evidence shown before his eyes was far too real to deny.“How could this be…” he muttered softly. “You changed that much.”He reached for his phone and immediately dialed his assistant.“Hello, sir,” a voice answered on the other end.“Within thirty minutes, I want the address of Hellena Catrine’s apartment,” Gevan said bluntly.His assistant paused for a moment. “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best as quickly as possible.”“Not ‘do your best,’” Gevan cut in. “I want results.”“Understood.”The call ended. Gevan exhaled harshly, then refocused on the road.“Beautiful,” he murmured again. “You’re truly beautiful now, Sheena.”His chest felt tight—not only from