All Chapters of My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Finally, he placed a letter on the desk with steady hands. Mr. North, I'd like to tender my resignation as well. A sharp intake of breath echoed in the room. Noah's fingers trembled as his heart clenched painfully in his chest. You ungrateful wretch! North Corporation isn't finished yet! His voice cracked, an ugly mix of fury and desperation. The general manager remained composed. A business thrives on its reputation. North Corporation has been deteriorating for months. And at this point, it's beyond saving. If I may be frank, all of this started with your family matters. Noah's grip on the chair tightened. The general manager continued, unbothered by the dangerous glint in his boss's eyes. If you're serious about salvaging anything, my advice is to sell North Corporation while it still holds some value. Right now, a change in ownership is the only thing

Joseph, the manager of Hudson Corporation and I have worked together before, he said, handing her a business card. You can go to him directly. She hesitated for a second before taking it. The offer was too generous. Joseph, what if the other designers find out? This is a huge project. Joseph leaned back in his chair with a knowing smile. I'm just giving you a contact. Whether you secure the project or not is entirely up to you. Bianca understood immediately. He was offering her the opportunity, but it was her responsibility to close the deal. She clutched the business card tightly. I have to win this project. I can't let Joseph down. Back in her office, Bianca was reviewing the Hudson Project details when her phone rang. Edward. She scoffed and declined the call. A few seconds later, the screen lit up again. Edward.

Bianca barely had time to react before the air crackled with tension. A voice deep and merciless slid through the morning chill like a blade. Come here. A shudder ran down her spine. Slowly, she turned. Theo stood a meter away, his black trench coat billowing slightly in the wind, dark pants perfectly tailored to his tall frame. Under the morning sun, his sharp chiselled features were strikingly cold, as if carved from marble. His obsidian eyes held a dangerous storm, silent yet raging. Bianca's breath hitched. A warning flashed in her heart—run. She took a step back, instinctively yanking her hand away from Edward's grasp. But in Theo's eyes, it looked like a guilty retreat. As if she had something to hide. His jaw clenched. He had been waiting for her since seven in the morning. His patience wearing thinner by the second. And what did he see? Edward Smith pulling

Aunty Linda sighed. She had seen enough young people—always too stubborn to admit fault, too proud to apologize, yet too unwilling to truly walk away. It was painfully obvious Theo cared about his wife, but the problem was neither of them knew how to back down. What misunderstanding could there possibly be? She muttered under her breath. Theo's face remained cold, but something in his chest tightened. He had seen it with his own eyes. Bianca was completely clean. His fingers pressed against his temple in frustration. A long silence stretched between them before he finally exhaled sharply and pulled out his phone. Felix, he said, his voice low, laced with an edge of restraint. Find out exactly where they went. If they had gone to a hotel. Bianca North, your life will be over. Felix, at the other end of the call, was momentarily speechless. Hadn't Theo refused to investigate j

At Hudson Corporation, Bianca waited in the lobby for half an hour before an assistant finally led her upstairs to the manager's office. Inside, Mr. Frank greeted her with a polite smile and poured her a cup of tea. Just as they settled in, his phone rang. Apologies, Miss North, he sighed after glancing at the screen. There's an urgent matter in the engineering department. I'll need to step out for a bit. Please wait here. Bianca nodded, suppressing a sigh. She had no choice but to wait. Minutes dragged on, and soon it was nearing 05:30 p.m. Worry gnawed at her. If she returned home too late, Theo might start doubting her again. She hesitated, then took the initiative to call him. I might be late today, she said carefully. I'm still waiting for a client. Theo was silent for a beat. The fact that she was voluntarily reporting her whereabouts pleased him, but the idea of her waiting on someone e