All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

"What good is being pretty?" One of Alfred's supporters scoffed from the crowd.“In a life-or-death race, it's all about skill and guts. Our champion Alfred's been undefeated for two years. Amelia’s about to eat dust."“They worship her like she's some kind of idol. It's hilarious!" Another man chimed in. "Once she's on the track, she won't stand a chance."“Ha! In a life-or-death race, there's only one king…Alfred. This isn't some ordinary speedway. When Amelia gets obliterated out there, let's see if her fans are still laughing."The jeers kept coming, but Amelia’s fans weren't backing down.“So what if Alfred has been champion for two years? What's there to brag about? Amelia’s going to make him hand over half his fortune!"“Exactly! Just wait…when Alfred loses, let's see if he throws a tantrum on the ground like a spoiled kid. He might leave with nothing."Back and forth the crowd went, flinging insults like grenades, until the scene turned almost chaotic.It wasn't until Amelia an

He bet the timing of her braking and the car's momentum had just happened to line up perfectly. That was it. If they went another round, she'd never be able to pull it off again. The more he stewed, the more certain he became, her win was nothing but sheer luck.“I want a rematch!" Alfred shouted, refusing to swallow the bitter pill of defeat.All the money he'd bet was already sitting in her account. If he couldn't beat her, not only would half his fortune be gone, but he'd also have to cough up the commission his employer had paid him. He had to take her down. There was no other option.Alfred noticed Amelia’s silence and added, "I'm betting every last cent I have against you."Alfred already had a plan in motion. The money from his domestic account would act as bait, drawing Amelia into a rematch.Once she took the hook, he planned to put up the funds from his offshore account and wager everything on his own win.If things went his way, he'd walk away with the prize money plus his g

Amelia gave a small, apologetic gesture, turned off her mic, and walked over to them. Leading them to a quiet corner, she lowered her voice and asked, "What brings you here?"“Don't take up the death race. It isn't something to play around with," Eugene said quickly. Accepting the challenge and participating in a life-or-death race was already nerve-wracking. The thought of Amelia participating in a death race was enough to make his heart lurch.“I found out a mysterious account dumped a huge sum into Alfred's offshore account," Lucas said in a low, grim voice, his concern clear as day. "They clearly aim for your life."Amelia had already discovered this herself, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she widened her eyes, feigning surprise.“But I'm sure I don't have any grudge against him," she whispered with a slight frown.“He's just a gambler," Lucas explained, his arms folded tightly. "Someone's paying him to kill you. It's probably his employer who holds the grudge."The money wir

Just like those compulsive gamblers in the life-and-death arena, risking everything, thinking they'd hit the jackpot and climb their way to fortune, they were merely Terrence's toys for amusement. And the same went for the fighters in the underground boxing ring, battered, broken, or killed in the ring, they were his puppets too, performing for his amusement.Human greed was like opening Pandora's box, once unleashed, it refused to shut. It only grew, deeper and more ravenous, like a black hole that couldn't be filled. And when someone's ability failed to keep up with their desires, they teetered right on the edge of damnation.Alfred was the perfect case in point, driven by insatiable greed, always chasing more. Even after pocketing enough wealth to last several lifetimes, he wasn't satisfied. He kept wagering his life as if it were pocket change.The moment gamblers tasted success, they fell into the delusion that they were destined, born to be the stars of their own story. But they

Viola squared her shoulders and fired back at the middle-aged man with her hands planted on her hips. Emily jumped in to support her, though neither of them excelled at arguing.“Keep an eye on them. I'm going to take a 100k," Lucas instructed Mark with a furrowed brow before striding off.Something was off about Desmond’s sudden appearance and bizarre behavior. He had to see for himself.“I'm coming too!" Eugene called out as he hurried after Lucas.Eugene mind raced with questions. Why hadn't Desmond stayed in Meloria? What was he doing in Critport now, of all times? Did he come here because of Amelia?That thought alone sparked a jolt of panic in Eugene’s chest. His temples throbbed, and an invisible weight pressed down on him. Going head-to-head with Lucas was already a nightmare, and now another rival in love had entered the ring. Still, for a remarkable girl like Amelia, having many suitors was only natural.Watching Desmond mow down a few security guards, Terrence narrowed his p