Todos os capítulos de HER SWEETEST REVENGE (The Unimaginable Comeback): Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

CHAPTER 82THE FACE OF INNOCENCEIt was a bright Thursday morning, just like other days. Richard sat in the study, his hands rested on the table, his face cringed in an unreadable expression. It was past 10 o'clock in the morning, and he's still at home. Unlike other working days, he always leaves for office before 8 o'clock. He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't even notice that Debby had been standing beside him for almost five minutes.The truth is, the last few days have been hell for him. He had been having a series of meetings with the clients that their goods were involved in his two ships that sank.He is begging each of them to please give him more time to process their refund, because since he refunded Mr. Silas 70% of his investment, his account has literally gone bankrupt, and he did that out of desperation because refusing to refund Mr. Silas as when demanded can cause more damage to his name and career that might even be ten times disastrous than the goods he lost in

CHAPTER 84WHO SENT YOU?The unfinished building stood alone at the lonely end of a broken road, a tall grey shape of cold cement with no windows and no doors, and the wind went through it with a sound like a man crying.Richard's car stopped at the gate, and Donald, who had been waiting there with his hands in his pockets and his face pale, hurried to open the door for him."Good morning, sir. He is on the third floor.""Is he talking?"Donald swallowed. "Not yet, sir. He hasn't said anything reasonable."They climbed the stairs together, and with every step, Richard could hear the sound of dripping water and a man's heavy scream getting closer.On the third floor, a single bulb hung from a wire in the middle of the empty hall, and under it, a man was tied to a metal chair with his head hanging low. His lip was split, one of his eyes was swollen and face crushed with bruises that Richard could hardly get a clear view of. His wet hair was stuck to his forehead. It seems Brian had seri

CHAPTER 86TRAILING FLORAAs soon as Dan left the room, the smile suddenly disappeared from Flora's face. She pressed her hand against her chest and let out a breath that was more like a sob."He must never know," she said. "None of this.""He won't find out." Adrian held her close. "We are doing this so that he won't look at her differently. Remember why we started."She nodded against his chest, and for a moment, she let herself rest there, listening to his heartbeat, before she pulled away and wiped her eyes. When she looked up again, the soft woman was gone, and the CEO of WELVIS Limited was standing in her place."Good. Now tell me about the next move. We cannot stop now, Adrian. Richard is down, but he is not dead.""Wow. You just spoke like a true general. No giving up!" Adrian said with a smile and reached for his tablet. "Here is what I have been thinking. Richard has two options, right? Pay everyone back or order new goods. He cannot pay everyone back, so he will order again

CHAPTER 88IS FLORA MARRIED?The room went quiet for a moment. Brian looked at the floor, and Donald suddenly became very interested in the papers in his hand.Richard did not give her an answer. Instead, he walked to the window and stood with his back to all of them, looking at the city below as it began to glow in the evening light."Brian," he said after a few seconds. "If possible, I want you to get me her phone records, her bank accounts and the name of every person she has had a meeting with for the past six months. I also want eyes on Adrian Smith, day and night.""Yes, sir.""And Debby." He turned to his wife."What?""Stay out of this." He turned around, and his face was hard. "If you make any further move without telling me, I will not be able to protect you."Debby laughed in disbelief. "Protect me? From whom exactly? Or do you mean from Flora?""From yourself."Before she could answer, the phone on his desk rang. It was the front desk, and the receptionist's voice sounded

CHAPTER 90FLORA AND RICHARD'S DRAMAThe morning after the gala, every newspaper in New York carried the same picture on its front page. It showed Adrian Smith and Flora standing under the white spotlight, their hands locked together, and above it, in big black letters, ran a title that no reader could miss: "THE SECRET MRS. SMITH."Richard threw the paper across his office so hard that it hit the wall and its pages scattered on the floor. Then he stood at the window with his arms folded, and he did not say a word for almost an hour, while Donald stood near the door and did not dare to breathe too loudly."Sir," Donald said at last, in a gentle voice, "Mr. Harlow's secretary called. He wants a meeting with you at noon, at his club."Richard turned his head slowly. "Harlow?""Yes, sir."Harlow was the biggest of the three tycoons, an old man who had made his first million before Richard was born and who owned half the luxury shops on Fifth Avenue. His upfront payment alone was more tha