All Chapters of My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As sister in law. It's been a long while. The office door swung open abruptly, and Daniel strode in confidently, his casual smile freezing as his eyes landed on the scene before him. Bianca sprang off Theo's lap. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She stood awkwardly, brushing imaginary lint off her dress, while Theo sat back in his chair. His expression a dangerous mix of annoyance and defiance. Theo's sharp gaze locked on Daniel. His cheeks faintly flushed, a rare betrayal of his composure. "You do not understand the concept of knocking." His tone was as icy as a winter storm. "Um, sorry. I didn't see anything." Daniel stammered, retreating hastily and shutting the door with a snap behind him. Outside, he pressed his back against the door and exhaled loudly. "I shouldn't have come." He had feared Theo might lash out at Bianca, given his notorious temper. But clearly his concerns were misplaced. He ch

He just popped into my mind. It's easy and convenient, Theo said nonchalantly before heading into the study. Aunty Linda approached with a warm smile. "Such a lovely young couple." Bianca froze. Aunty Linda, are we living in the same house? How on earth did you arrive at that conclusion? Deciding it was best not to continue this bizarre conversation, Bianca hurried upstairs and moved her belongings into a spare guest room. By 10:00 p.m., she noticed Theo still had not left the study. Perhaps he's troubled by my court case, she thought. It was indeed a difficult one. Feeling a pang of guilt, she went to the kitchen and prepared a bowl of oat porridge. After carefully arranging it on a tray, she walked to the study and knocked softly on the door. "Come in." With his permission, she stepped inside. Theo sat at his desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of h

The elevator doors had just opened to reveal a tall, imposing figure. Theo Harrington stepped out, his light gray suit impeccably tailored to emphasize his broad shoulders and strong build. His chiseled, unreadable face was a mask of authority. As his calm, piercing eyes swept over the group, a cold air seemed to settle in the hallway, causing an involuntary tremor to run through everyone present. Rebecca's breath hitched. She recognized him instantly. The same man who had humiliated her at the restaurant, alongside Daniel, the man who had casually ordered the staff to throw her and her friends out. Ruth had investigated him after the incident and dismissed him as just a member of the Harrington family. But now beside Theo stood another man in a sharp dark suit. Sean, the legendary attorney known for his unparalleled courtroom victories. Bianca felt her heart skip a beat. Wa

Bianca relished every second of this. Once she had found Theo's cold and domineering personality unbearable, but now watching him effortlessly wield his influence, she couldn't help but be amazed. Was this truly the same Theo Harrington, who used to drive a modest Honda? And then there was Sean, Theo's right-hand man, laying out his attack with precision. The courtroom was his battlefield, and every argument he presented struck with lethal accuracy. "Now let's get back to the main topic." Sean's face returned to its usual indifferent expression, all amusement vanishing. "Your Honor, not only did James Lennon secretly replace the electrical cables of Lublin Hotel with inferior ones, but he also used substandard waterproofing materials throughout the construction." "Naturally, this isn't an isolated case." "He has employed similar shortcuts in several other projects, including villas, museums, an

Bianca nodded. Without hesitation, she would have cooked even if he hadn't asked. Wanting to properly express her gratitude, she threw herself into preparing a feast of Theo's favourite dishes. As she worked, she absentmindedly scrolled through her social media. The entire Internet was ablaze with outrage against North Corporation, though Noah had managed to avoid prosecution this time. The public wasn't buying his innocence. There were petitions everywhere calling for a boycott. North Corporation was crumbling. More shocking was the reaction to her name. Those who had once scorned her for allegedly accepting bribes had now turned around expressing their sympathy after learning the truth. Her follower count, which once sat at a modest 1 million, had skyrocketed past 10 million. She was trending even more popular than some celebrities. By the time dinner was ready, Aunty Linda was practically drooling over the spread of food. I didn't