All Chapters of Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chris walked calmly through the VIP corridor with a black overcoat draped over his arm. Behind him followed the top business team of Xander Corporation, all in tailored suits, sharp and immaculate.Their synchronized footsteps echoed across the glossy floor, radiating an authority that felt impossible to challenge. Separated by several panes of glass, passengers who had just disembarked paused to watch.Inside the private jet’s cabin, Chris flipped through the documents in his hands. Gavin placed a cup of coffee to his left.“Have someone keep an eye on the hospital,” Chris said, turning a page without looking up. “Especially Winter. Don’t let her get close to Jacob.”*The taxi drove into Westbay.Winter had bought an apartment there a few years earlier. It was close to the TV station, only a ten-minute walk away.Back when she was an intern at the station, she had bought the place purely for convenience. At the time, she planned to go abroad and become a foreign correspondent,

“Then can you help me?” Winter asked, looking at him.Sam frowned.He hadn’t expected so many people to be eyeing this position. In fact, he had heard about it even before the application portal opened. At the time, he never thought Winter would be interested, so he didn’t give her a heads-up.Now that all the slots were filled, it was indeed difficult.“King Sam, please help me just this once,” Winter said softly. “I really want to go.”The editor-in-chief’s name was Sam Quinn. Among the senior staff, he was sometimes called “King Sam” in private, a half-joking nickname born of his authority and long years in the newsroom.Hearing the title made Sam’s frown deepen.“Hey, kid,” he said.But when he met Winter’s calm yet determined gaze, he let out a sigh. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with this. Why don’t you ask Professor Freeman? He has strong connections. If he speaks to the people over there, adding one more person shouldn’t be a problem.”Winter clenched her fingers slight

“But I wasn’t lying to you,” Skyla said gently. “I didn’t come back to Liono City to steal Chris away from you. I didn’t even choose to return on my own. Chris was the one who wanted me back.”The foot Winter had just stepped into the elevator stopped short.She reached out and pressed the door button, and the doors slid open at once.She clenched her fingers hard, forcing herself to stay calm and not turn back to confront Skyla.The elevator doors slowly slid shut.Winter stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her face looked awful. She loosened her tightly-clenched hand, only to see fresh blood where her palm had been scraped the night before when she slipped and fell.She had thought she was calm enough to face Skyla.What she had never expected was to hear that it was Chris who had asked Skyla to return.So Chris had been that impatient. He could not even wait for the divorce to be finalized before bringing Skyla back.It seemed he truly didn’t take

Winter nodded and left the hospital room.The elevator doors had just closed when Skyla appeared from around the corner, seated in a wheelchair pushed by her caregiver. She stared at the glowing red numbers of the elevator display, her expression unreadable and deep in thought.After leaving the hospital, Winter drove with no real destination in mind.Truth be told, she didn’t have to rely on Jimmy to help her go abroad. The Xander family or the Zeller family could make it happen. In Liono City, and even across the country, those two families carried weight in nearly every field.If Mrs. Xander Sr. stepped in, the matter would be settled instantly. But Winter didn’t want her to know. If she found out, she would definitely stop her. Winter hadn’t even figured out how to bring up the divorce yet.William was not an option either. He would never agree to let her go somewhere that dangerous. Worse, he might threaten to cut ties with her. He always did that when he got emotional, and s

“Then tell me this,” Winter said, stepping forward. “Why did it have to be here?”Beneath her feet, the cement still held the tiny footprints she had left when she was one year old.Her parents had carried her in their arms and pressed her little feet into the wet concrete together.She was home.She fought hard to keep the tears from falling. “You know this is my home.”Skyla could live here if she wanted. But not like this. Not with Chris buying the house and moving her in.That hurt far more than if he had driven a knife straight into Winter’s heart himself.Skyla reached into her pocket, took out a neatly folded handkerchief, and held it out to her. “Wipe your tears. It is cold.”Winter didn’t move. She didn’t even glance at the handkerchief.“Winter, let it go,” Skyla said softly. “This is no longer your home. From the moment your father sold it, it was meant to belong to someone else. Other people can live here. Why can’t it be me?”The words felt painfully familiar. Th