Semua Bab My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Hidden beneath her thorough disguise as a young man, Amelia stiffened slightly. Her shoulder twitched ever so slightly, but Desmond didn't notice. Still grinning, he said, "Come on, let's go."“Okay," she replied, matching his energy.The two walked off, arms draped casually over each other's shoulders.Amelia had one goal now, find out where Lucas was. But asking directly would be risky. Too obvious. And she couldn't be sure if the assassins were tied to the Miller family.With Desmond leading the way, Amelia made it to the top floor easily. His status as the Miller heir opened doors without question.As they moved upward, Amelia quietly studied everything. Security was tight. Sneaking in later would be nearly impossible.Even the casino staff didn't seem to have free access here.Near the lounge, she noticed a room guarded by several large, grim-faced men. Their alert eyes missed nothing.Once inside the lounge, Amelia glanced around and asked with feigned nonchalance, "No guards her

Amelia remained composed, face unreadable, as though the ongoing tension didn't concern her in the slightest. She'd already figured out Lucas’ intention, but she wasn't bothered.Lucas dialed Amelia’s number and waited. After a few rings, someone finally answered. "Amelia is feeling sick…stomach's acting up. She's in the restroom. Try again later."The voice wasn't Amelia’s. It was Jessica’s.“Alright," Lucas muttered, brow furrowing slightly as he gave a short nod.Since when did Jessica arrived in Meloria?Amelia had never mentioned her being around.Once the call ended, Lucas shot a lingering, wary glance at the masked "man," then turned on his heel and marched off. Maybe he was reading too much into this. This "man" probably wasn't Amelia in disguise. Since Amelia was unwell, he figured it was best to check in personally.Amelia observed Lucas vanish from sight and then faced Desmond. "I need to bounce."“How do I stay in touch?" Desmond asked, still oblivious to her disguise as a

Before long, the "unconscious" Amelia was lifted and carried to the waiting car.The car doors slammed shut, the engine revved, and the car sped off into the distance.A sly grin played on Layla’s lips as she tapped Amelia cheek with practiced ease. "Oh, Amelia, don't blame me for being so cruel. Instead, blame your knack for shining everywhere you walk, drawing those old lewd men's attention," she taunted.A bubbling laugh slipped out, her amusement quickly turning into a rough cough.Satisfaction glimmered in Layla’s eyes while her fingers traced along Amelia’s flawless face, which she envied so much it drove her crazy. "You know, with a face like this, it'll be a waste if it's not used to secure the greatest benefits.It's time for you to repay the Brown family for all we've sacrificed for you. Honestly, I suppose you and that filthy old Moss make quite the pair! Ha-ha!"A fit of laughter overtook Layla, stronger than before, feeding the dark thrill inside her.Nothing delighted her

Morning arrived. Inside the hotel, Layla woke up with a groan, her whole body aching.The moment her eyes fluttered open and landed on the hefty, snoring figure next to her, a jolt of shock rooted her in place. It only took a second for her to recognize Moss's disgusting face, and she let out a sharp scream.“AHH!” Layla’s scream grew even louder when she realized she had no clothes on. Fury and shame flooded her all at once, and she began to hit and kick Moss with everything she had.Moss woke up in confusion, only to catch a punch to the eye before he even understood what was happening. Blinded by anger, he didn't even check who was attacking him, and he swung back with a heavy slap.Moss hissed, his words sharp and vicious. "You filthy glut! Do you really think you can treat me like this? Who do you think you are, hitting me? If I don't teach you a lesson now, you'll really start thinking you're something special!"Terror etched on Layla’s face. She grabbed her head with shaking han

Defeated, Layla pressed her lips together and said nothing, glaring with mounting frustration.She could tell Amelia was being deliberate with every move, but no matter how much it grated on her, there was nothing she could do to stop it. They were almost at the Brown estate, and if Amelia slipped away at this point, all the effort she had poured in would amount to nothing.Layla’s patience ran on fumes. She forced herself to be quiet, unwilling to give Amelia the satisfaction of seeing her lose control.Amelia hid a satisfied grin, her eyes twinkling as she guided the car on the final stretch.At last, the Brown family estate came into view, and the vehicle rolled to a stop.Already outside the estate, Paul and Alana hurried over, dressed to impress and smiling in anticipation.Hardly had the car door opened before Layla leaned out, her self-control shattering. She emptied her stomach right there, and the mess splattered Paul and Alana, catching them completely off guard.Disgust over