Todos los capítulos de My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 279

"Don't worry. They'll show up soon," Lucas said, his voice smooth and confident. He rose calmly from his seat at the elegant table.He strolled over to a more secluded, quiet corner of the expansive room, away from the other diners, and placed a call to the manager of Roka Restaurant.“Mr. Sullivan, how can I help?" The manager's voice came through the phone, already tinged with deference.“From this moment forward, I want you to blacklist every single member of the Ford family and the Delgado family from entering Roka Restaurant. Now, go down there and drive them out," Lucas ordered, his voice flat and chillingly cold.“Understood!" The manager immediately began to sweat, a cold bead trickling down his temple. "Is there anything else I can do for you right now?"“That's it. Get it done," Lucas replied, his tone remaining utterly icy.“Yes, Mr. Sullivan," the manager answered respectfully.Just as Lucas was about to end the call, a thought struck him, and he added, almost as an afterth

The Delgado siblings looked at him, bewildered. The truth was, he had never said any of that before. No matter what trouble they stirred up, their parents always bailed them out. They never got reprimanded; instead, they got accolades.The Delgado couple wasn't clean, either. For years, they had handled all the Ford family's dirty work. Their hands were just as bloody.“You three go home and reflect on your behavior!" Marcus ordered coldly.“I'll keep an eye on them." Jorge jumped in quickly, bowing his head. He was panicking on the inside. His idiot kids had actually gone and pissed off the Madrigal family's precious daughter. If the Fords couldn't clean this up, the Delgados sure as hell couldn't. All they could do now was bow and scrape and hope Emily didn't tell the whole thing to her family.“Miss Madrigal," Marcus said meekly, "does this resolve things?"“It's acceptable," Emily replied coolly, flicking her wrist as if she couldn't be bothered. "You can leave now."“Yes, yes, of

“Who's the guy?" Kole's voice carried a note of nervous suspicion as he studied the masked man's imposing frame. "Think he's some kind of fighter?"“Doesn't matter." Carla’s voice remained ice-cold and confident. "This is about the bet, not backup muscle. When Amelia gets her ass kicked, she'll still have to honor the bet."Amelia walked ahead and stopped in front of the trio, her lips curved in a subtle smile.The underground boxing arena attracted society's underbelly, criminals, thrill-seekers, and desperate souls, all drawn to the scent of blood and easy money.Amelia had fought tooth and nail to keep Emily away from this dangerous place, but Emily had stubbornly refused to be left behind. The thought of leaving Emily…Unprotected, Emily’s presence terrified Amelia, so she had convinced Eugene to serve as Emily’s bodyguard.“Well, well. Look who decided to show up after all." Cassie's voice dripped with false surprise and genuine malice. "I was betting you'd run home crying to momm

Up on the fighting platform, the lights blazed down like spotlights on a stage.The Boxing King had expected gratitude, maybe even begging. Instead, Amelia eyes held nothing but cold contempt, and for a split second, it made him freeze.Something about this woman tugged at his memory, like a half-remembered dream that wouldn't come into focus. Those eyes. They looked down at him as if he were nothing, reminiscent of the mysterious Boxing Queen who had appeared from nowhere and vanished just as quickly, leaving only legends in her wake.As the Boxing King studied Amelia’s lean frame, a crazy thought crept into his mind. Could this woman standing before him actually be the legendary Boxing Queen?The idea hit him like a punch to the gut, but he shook his head violently. No! Impossible.Rumor had it the Boxing Queen had been assassinated for refusing to cooperate with behind-the-scenes manipulation. If she were truly still alive, she wouldn't have vanished after winning just one fight. No

The handsome man raised the cigar to his lips, took a slow, deliberate drag, and then blew the smoke toward the window as if he could somehow make it drift down to caress Amelia’s face. "Well, well, beautiful. Looks like I've finally tracked you."His lips curved into a dangerous smile, his predatory gaze never leaving Amelia, who had no idea she was being hunted.Inside the underground boxing club, the shouting and cursing grew louder by the second.Amelia stood in the center of the ring. She withdrew her gaze from the upper floors, her brows furrowed. She couldn't see who it was, but she could feel it, someone out there was watching her with pure hostility.She swept a cold glance across the rowdy crowd and said in a frosty tone, "If you don't believe I beat the Boxing King, then step up and try to take me down."Since they couldn't accept what they saw, she'd give them front-row seats to a few more beatdowns, until they had no choice but to believe it.The second she spoke, the nois