All Chapters of Ex-husband Last Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vivian pov I had no idea whether Marvis Style had seen Jimmy's face, so I decided to play it cool. After gathering my thoughts, I smiled at Marvis and said, "I’m just here to drop off a friend. What about you, Marvis?" "I lost a suitcase when I got off the plane a few days ago, and I just found it. The staff notified me to come and claim it in person," Marvis replied. Seeing that he didn't seem suspicious, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. We chatted briefly about our collaboration before I took my leave. As Marvis watched me walk away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Without Dominic Blackwood around, I seemed less intimidating and more like a woman with a unique charm. When the staff called him to claim his suitcase, he casually glanced at the airport surveillance monitors. But when his eyes landed on a small face on the screen, he froze. Wow, this kid looked just like a miniature version of Dominic Blackwood. He quickly snapped a picture of the screen and sent it t

Vivian pov I frowned. Lincoln Walter had already given me the supplementary agreement, so why did he still want me to fetch the documents? Besides, we were merely business partners, sharing benefits while keeping a wary eye on each other. There was no way he would send me to get company files. I glanced at the waiter and immediately noticed a flaw. In the dim light, waiters wore exclusive name tags, but this woman had none. The only explanation was that someone had bribed her to deliver a message, but she didn't want to reveal her identity, so she had removed her name tag. It seemed someone was deliberately trying to set me up. I smirked, "Alright, please lead the way." The waiter guided me into the elevator. Once we reached the private room 801, I knocked on the door. As soon as it opened, a strong arm yanked me inside, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol hit me. The door clicked shut behind me, locking me in, and I found myself cornered by a man. The room was pitch black, and all

Vivan povThe bodyguards quickly surrounded us, all of them muscular and well-trained, easily capable of handling a woman. Lia kelvin, who had been enjoying the show moments ago, suddenly felt a wave of panic. She tugged at my sleeve. "Babe, we need to call J right now." Even if J managed to get here, it would take some time, and with the power of the Blackwood Family, they would likely prefer to settle things quietly. Instead of calling J, it would be better to directly dial Dominic Blackwood's number. I immediately sent a message to Dominic Blackwood: "Get your crazy mom out of here now." Meanwhile, Margaret Blackwood's frustration grew, and she shouted furiously at the bodyguards, "Hurry up and get rid of this bitch!" Lia kelvin was terrified, her fingers trembling as she tried to dial a number. One of the bodyguards kicked Lia's phone away, causing her to cling to me in fear. "Babe, are we going to die here today?" The Blackwood Family was a powerful force in the capital; if they

Vivian povI smirked, at that moment, Dominic Blackwood's phone inside the car was ringing incessantly. After driving a short distance, I threw the phone out the window. The radio announced a weather forecast, warning that a heavy storm was expected around nine o'clock tonight, urging citizens to take precautions. I smirked; it seemed even the heavens were against that dog of a man. I vaguely recalled a year ago when Dominic had taken me to the old family home to celebrate Killian's birthday. Halfway through, Dominic received a call from Scarlett Hayes and kicked me out of the car. Although we weren't on the highway, we were in a remote area with hardly any passing vehicles, and with a snowstorm hitting, I was freezing and shivering all over. Determined to reach the old house quickly, I gritted my teeth and walked twenty to thirty miles on foot. By the time I arrived at the old house, it was already noon. My coat was soaked, my lips were blue from the cold, and I looked like a drenche

Vivian povI let out a cold laugh before driving away. Hiz bodyguard whispered, "Sir, she's driving your car." "Shut up. From now on, she’s our family’s savior, my great-aunt, Vivian Carter," he replied. Ryan Hunt suddenly felt a wave of relief. Thank goodness the person he bumped into while drunk was Scarlett Hayes. If it had been this great-aunt, would he even be alive?That night’s drama was particularly intense. The Hayes Family went all out to clear Scarlett's name and even set up a live stream. During the stream, Scarlett tearfully accused Ryan Hunt of harassment, subtly suggesting that someone was pulling the strings behind him, aiming to ruin her reputation and disgrace the Hayes Family's fashion brand. Many fans, who had been bought off, immediately tagged me, vowing to seek justice for Scarlett.Lia kelvin scrolled through the comments, shaking her head. "Scarlett Hayes is so shameless! Not only does she play the victim, but she also tries to smear you." While I played a hac