All Chapters of Mr CEO Your Ex-wife Is Back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

JULIAN Getting home, I opened my phone and saw a formal board meeting notice. The directors were calling an emergency session to discuss the complete failure of the Harrington Elite campaign and the disgrace it had brought to the company. The meeting was scheduled for 11:00 AM. Attendance was compulsory — anyone who failed to attend would automatically lose 3% of their shares. I checked my watch. It was already 10:05 AM. “Fuck!” I cursed loudly and rushed into the bathroom. I took the quickest shower of my life, barely five minutes, then threw on a casual but commanding outfit…a crisp white shirt, navy blazer, and dark trousers. I sprayed my favorite perfume and sped off to the office. I arrived ten minutes late. The boardroom was already full. Every director was seated, including Ava, who sat calmly on the left side of the long table. The atmosphere was ice cold. “You are late, Sir,” Matthew Brooks poin

JULIANI woke up with a pounding headache that felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. The events of the past few days… the board meeting, Ava’s calm betrayal, the confrontation—had left me restless and angry. I dragged myself out of bed, went to the medicine cabinet, and popped two painkillers. I chased them down with a swig of whiskey from the bottle on the nightstand. The burn felt satisfying.My phone rang on the bedside table. I reached for it intending to decline the call, but my clumsy fingers hit accept instead.“Hey!! Good morning,” a cheerful feminine voice said from the other end.I paused, trying to place the voice. “Who is this?”“It’s me, Sophia,” she replied with a light laugh. “Sophia Laurent. The one whose outfit you ruined the other night?”“Oh…” Realization hit me. “Sophia. Right.”“I hope I’m not calling too early,” she continued. “I was just thinking… you still owe me

AVAI walked straight past Julian in the parking lot without sparing him even a glance. I could feel his stare boring into my back, heavy with anger and something darker, but I didn’t care. I clicked my car remote, slid into the driver’s seat, and pulled out without looking back. There was no explosive anger surging through me like before. Just a deep, bone-weary frustration mixed with an odd sense of indifference. I was tired. Tired of the games, the power plays, and the constant tension. Part of me almost felt numb to it all.As I drove through the London streets, my mind kept circling back to the emergency meeting. Julian had moved fast and ruthlessly. He really caught me off guard there, he wasn’t just pushing back…. he was systematically trying to cage me. I knew exactly what he was planning, but I still didn’t know how best to fight it without making things worse.By the time I got home, exhaustion had settled deep into my body. I kicked off my

JULIAN I felt really awful about Sophia but my mind was already shifting elsewhere and couldn’t settle. Last night had been good, intense even, but as I stared at the ceiling, doubt crept in. What if my plan with Sophia didn’t work? What if she turned out to be just another distraction instead of the sharp weapon I needed against Ava? I couldn’t afford to leave anything to chance. I sat up, grabbed my phone, and called my assistant. “Alex, come to my penthouse right now. I need you to drive me somewhere.” “On my way, sir,” he replied without hesitation. I freshened up quickly, showered, dressed in a simple black shirt and trousers, and waited. Exactly twenty minutes later, Alex arrived. He was reliable like that. “Where are we going, sir?” he asked as we got into the car. “Sienna’s old apartment. The one where the baby is staying.” Alex didn’t ask questions. He simply nodded and drove. When we arrived at the modest building, I knocked firmly. A woman in her mid-thirti

DANIELI drove home from the boathouse in a daze, Julian’s words echoing in my head like a death sentence.“Walk away from her… or I will destroy her completely.”I parked the car and sat there for almost twenty minutes, staring at the steering wheel. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I finally dragged myself inside the penthouse, poured a glass of whiskey, and sat on the couch in the dark.I pulled out my phone and stared at Julian’s last message again.“Fine then, I guess I’ll have to do this the hard.”I couldn’t tell if he was bluffing. That was the worst part. Julian had always been ruthless, but this felt different. This was personal and with the power he held and the connections, the lawyers, the audit already underway…. I genuinely didn’t know how far he was willing to go.I poured myself a drink and drank. One glass turned into two and two into five. Glass after glass. I kept telling myself I wouldn’t let him win, that I would find a way to protect Ava without abandoning her.