All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zion stepped up beside Winter. “Don’t take it personally, Ms. Scott. This is just how he is. He never takes off the mask or the cap.”“It’s fine,” Winter said. “It’s not like this is our first time meeting.”Last year, before she got pregnant, she had trained with him for a short time. He had shown up the same way back then too. Cap, mask, gloves. At first, she thought it was strange.Later Zion told her the backstory. He met the man years ago overseas, back when Zion was working security jobs. The guy had always dressed like this. He was also born mute.Zion said the man once saved his life. They didn’t stay in touch much anymore, but whenever Zion reached out, the man would show up, no matter where he was.So when Winter said she wanted self-defense training, Zion immediately thought of the one person he trusted most.If she was going to learn, she needed the best.Winter walked over. The coach had already stood up. He was tall and strong, broad-shouldered with a lean waist. H

Winter’s hand started shaking so hard with anger that her phone almost slipped out of her grip. Zac’s warm, broad hand slid under hers and steadied it.“Winnie?”She looked up at Zac. His expression was openly worried. Her mind went blank, but humiliation burned in her chest.She forced the lump in her throat down. “Zac, I have to go. I have something to handle.”No. They couldn’t tear it down. Not that treehouse.If it had collapsed in a storm after all these years, she might have accepted it. But not like this. Not with Skyla ordering it destroyed.She wasn’t going to stand by and watch Skyla do it.Last night, Mrs. Xander Sr. had asked what she wanted included in the divorce agreement. Winter didn’t want money. She did not want anything else. She only wanted Westbury back.Mrs. Xander Sr. had immediately told Mr. White to have someone draft the paperwork. Later, Chris came into the room. Mrs. Xander Sr. was probably trying to make him sign.But Mrs. Xander Sr. hadn’t mentio

It felt like she had been emptied out in an instant, like everything inside her had been crushed into silence. The light went out of Winter’s eyes.Zac lifted his hand to block her view, his warm palm cupping her cold cheek.“Don’t look,” he murmured, holding her steady.But the image wouldn’t go away. Skyla’s arms around Chris kept replaying in her head like a looped nightmare. It flashed, vanished, flashed again, until Winter felt dizzy.She finally bent forward into Zac’s arm and gagged.The dry heave pulled tears out of her. Her face went chalk-white, and her eyes turned so red they looked raw.Behind the floor-to-ceiling glass, Chris shoved Skyla away the moment she grabbed him. Then, as if sensing something, his dark, piercing gaze swept toward the courtyard, landing on Winter being shielded by Zac.She was shaking like she might fall apart.“Chris!” Skyla called, watching him walk away with quick, determined strides.Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his cane st

He was the one behind it.Winter’s once-bright eyes now looked like two hollow, bottomless pits. Her nails dug hard into the wooden plank in her hands, but her whole body was trembling so badly that even her fingers shook.Then she suddenly lowered her head and laughed. She laughed as she shook her head, her face white as paper, without a trace of color. Tears fell and landed on the tip of Chris’s shoe.“So I was wondering how Skyla could possibly have the guts to do something like this.”Now everything made sense.The violent emotions twisting through her chest felt like they were tearing her soul away from her body. It hurt too much. Winter could barely stay standing. Her vision went dark in waves, and her body went limp.Zac’s expression darkened.The woman he had been holding by the shoulders was suddenly taken from him and pulled into Chris’s arms.Chris looked down at Winter in his arms, whose face had gone completely pale. The purple-red bruise on her temple was shocking

Ash dropped from his fingertips. The glowing red ember brushed the back of his hand before falling to the floor.Chris turned and glanced at the rusted metal box. His dark, bottomless eyes seemed to blend into the night outside the window.“Open it.”Gavin set the metal box on the table. It was locked, but the keyhole was packed with dirt and rusted over, making it impossible to open normally.He pressed one hand against the box, grabbed the lock with the other, and twisted hard with a sharp snap of his wrist. With a loud clang, the lock broke off by force.When he opened the box, the first thing he saw was a layer of black fabric made of some unknown material, wrapped around something inside.Gavin pulled a short knife from his side and used the tip to lift open the edge of the black cloth.Inside was an orange, box-shaped device with black lettering printed across it. It was made of a hard, durable material.“The black box.”Chris’s low, tight voice came from beside him.Ga