All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Your Contract Wife Is Gone!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Later that night.Sienna and Damian sat in the living room, discussing the children's future living arrangements.Until the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the house.Joana hurried to answer it. She bowed respectfully upon seeing Simon standing at the entrance."Please come in, Mr. Simon." Joana swung the door wide open.Simon stepped inside, leaning on his wooden cane, his expression gloomier than usual.He made his way toward the living room, his eyes set on Sienna and Damian, who were already looking up at him."Dad?" Damian stood up from the sofa. "What brings you here so late at night?"Damian motioned for his father to take a seat first."I heard about the orphanage," Simon said. He turned to Sienna, looking at her with a gentle gaze. "I'm truly sorry for what happened, Sienna."Sienna bowed her head respectfully. "Thank you, Dad.""If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word. I don't want you and the children to carry this burden alone," Simon offered sin

An old warehouse on the outskirts of town, far from the bustling crowds, served as the place where the man was held.Damian stepped inside with an expressionless face, but his eyes blazed fiercely the moment he saw the figure tied to a wooden chair in the middle of the room.The man looked up, his face bruised in several spots, a small cut bleeding at the corner of his lips. Two of Samuel's men stood behind him, their hands still smudged with dirt and blood."He still won't talk, Sir," Samuel reported, standing beside Damian. "We've questioned him repeatedly."Damian's eyes cut like a razor. He stepped closer, standing directly in front of the man.Damian remained silent for a moment, intimidating the man with his sheer presence, before opening his mouth to speak in a tone as cold as ice. "Who hired you to burn down that orphanage?"The man looked up, staring back at Damian with his jaw clamped tight. He shook his head, his eyes filled with fear yet stubbornness."You can't force me t

Just as his finger touched the screen to dial Vivian, a servant appeared at the doorway of the study, her face clearly tense."Sir, Mr. Damian Blackwell is out front. He wishes to see you," the servant spoke nervously.Mr. Bennett's body went rigid. His hand holding the phone froze mid-air.Damian Blackwell. The name the shareholder had just brought up, the man who was once involved with his daughter—that very man had now come to his home."Show him in," the older man said, trying to stabilize his voice even as his chest pounded heavily.The servant nodded and excused herself.Mr. Bennett hurried toward the living room, straightening his house jacket slightly before stepping out. Once he arrived, his steps faltered for a moment.His eyes fell upon Damian, who stood tall and erect near the door, dressed in a sharp dark suit. Beside him, a young woman stood with a calm yet vigilant posture—a face far from unfamiliar to him. Sienna—the woman who had replaced Vivian and married Damian a y

Vivian was still standing frozen in the living room, digesting her father's words that had just hit her like a heavy blow. Turn yourself in. Those three words kept spinning in her head, refusing to be accepted just like that."I need time," Vivian finally said, her voice shaking, but a spark of calculation began to glimmer in her eyes. "Give me until tonight, Dad. I promise I'll settle this myself."Her father looked at her suspiciously. "Settle it how?""I'll talk to Damian," Vivian answered quickly, controlling her breathing to sound calm. "Maybe there's still a way to keep this out of court. And your company won't be threatened either," Vivian tried to convince him.Mr. Bennett remained silent for a long time, then let out a heavy sigh. "You have until seven o'clock tonight. After that, I will personally take you to the police station."As soon as her father left, Vivian immediately grabbed her bag, her hands trembling as she picked up her car keys. She had no intention of talking

At the main Blackwell residence.Beatrice sat in the living area, sipping her morning tea in deep tranquility. Until the sound of Elena's loud and hasty footsteps caused her to close her eyes for a brief moment.Elena arrived holding a tablet, her face visibly tense."Mom, look at this," Elena said, thrusting forward the screen displaying the news of Vivian's arrest.Beatrice set her teacup down, her eyes widening as she read the headline. "She was actually arrested?""Yes, Mom. Attempted arson, endangering the lives of children," Elena answered, a lingering trace of disbelief still in her voice.Beatrice remained silent for quite some time, staring at the photo of a handcuffed Vivian on the screen. A wave of shock rippled through her chest, yet surprisingly—she felt no desire to defend that woman anymore. All the trust she had once bestowed had completely run dry ever since Vivian was exposed in the corridor outside Damian's office."It's a good thing I no longer have anything to do