All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Skyla was looking for Chris too, and she saw the moment Winter kicked his cane away.She immediately had the caregiver roll her over.She picked up the cane and turned on Winter, her tone sharp. “Winter, that was too far. Chris’s leg was injured because he saved you. You should be grateful. Instead, you kicked his cane away.”“Is Chris mute now?” Winter snapped. The anger in her chest hadn’t even cooled, and Skyla had already rushed over to take the hit for him.Skyla’s expression tightened. “What did you just say?”“I kicked his cane and he hasn’t said a word,” Winter said coldly. “But you jumped in to speak for him so fast, I almost thought he couldn’t talk.”Only then did Skyla seem to realize what that sounded like. Her eyes reddened. She turned toward Chris at once. “Chris, I’m sorry. I just got anxious. I couldn’t stand watching Winter bully you like that.”Chris took the cane back. His voice was flat, hard to read. “She has always been spoiled.”“What happened?” Zac and

The moment Chris bid one hundred million, it was basically a buyout. Even if someone wanted to keep bidding, he had made one thing clear. He was taking it.In Liono City, nobody could outbid Chris.The only reason Steve didn’t raise his paddle again was because Winter reached over and stopped him. “I don’t want it,” she said.“Steve, I don’t like that brooch.”It happened right as the room went quiet. Her voice didn’t carry to the whole hall, but it was clear to the people sitting in the rows nearby.Skyla stayed calm. Her eyes flicked to Chris’s long, pale fingers on the armrest, and she gave the armrest a light tap.Steve shrugged. “One hundred million. I can match that. You don’t need to worry about the number.”Winter looked him straight in the eye. “If I like something, I’ll want it even if it’s junk. If I don’t like it, it can be beautiful and worth a fortune, and I still won’t care.”She repeated it, serious and steady. “I really don’t want it.”The auction kept movin

From the back seat, Chris said slowly, “Pull over at the bus stop.”“Yes, Mr. Xander,” Gavin replied, turning the wheel.The second Winter saw the Bentley drift toward the curb, she hit the gas and cut in again, forcing them to stop at the bus stop anyway.She jumped out with two members of the camera crew and hurried to the black car.The bus stop had a canopy that blocked most of the wind and snow. Winter stepped under it, leaned down, and tapped lightly on the rear window.Her coworkers were horrified by how fearless she was. They grabbed her sleeve and whispered, “Winter, that’s Chris Xander. We’re already blocking his car and you’re knocking on his window. What if he gets mad? What if he has security drag us off?”“And even if he doesn’t,” the other one added, “he runs this city. Why would he bother dealing with people like us?”Before they could finish, the rear window rolled down.Chris’s face appeared, the kind of face that made half the women in Liono City lose their m

The hand under her camisole suddenly moved higher. In her rush to corner him for the interview, Winter had changed fast, but she hadn’t had time to change what she was wearing underneath.Chris reached in and ripped the silicone nipple covers away from her skin. He crushed the adhesive pasties in his fist until his knuckles made a cracking sound.“Chris, you’re insane!” Winter cried out in a mix of shame and fury. She couldn’t believe he had actually stripped her of her intimate covers right there in the car.She lunged forward to claw them back from him, but Chris pinned her waist with one hand and caught her wrists with the other as he leaned down to ruthlessly claim her lips. The privacy divider had been up since the moment she got in, turning the back seat into its own sealed space.A fire had been burning in Chris ever since he saw her in the parking lot. It ate through his composure and his self-control until there was nothing left.His fingers slid beneath the hem of he

That hit Mrs. Young like a stab to the heart. The way Winter said it so calmly made it clear. She truly meant it. She really was determined to leave him.Back at the station, Winter sat at her desk. She meant to work on her script, but she couldn’t settle down.Maybe it was because of that dream. She kept thinking about her parents, and the year they died.When she was seven, her family went bankrupt. Her father used the house at Westbury as collateral, and they moved into a cramped, run-down apartment. They sold off anything valuable they had left.Winter didn’t care how small the place was. As long as her parents were with her, she felt safe and happy.But that life didn’t even last six months. Her parents died.Maybe the shock had been too much. She couldn’t remember many of the details from those days. She only remembered that morning, and how everything ended in an instant.The police and the medical examiner ruled it a suicide.Winter had never really believed it. Her par