Todos os capítulos de His Rejected Wife Became a Billionaire : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Joan set her phone down on the table with a soft thud. In front of her was a glass of non-alcoholic wine. She kept checking her watch and glancing around the lounge. Her patience was wearing thin.Beside her, Anna sat rigid. A folder was balanced on her knees, her both hands gripping it. Every thirty seconds she'd glance at Joan, then drop her eyes back to her watch. A young man appeared in front of them, breathing hard like he had been running. “I'm sorry for coming late, Ms. Langley.” Joan didn't look at him. “We don't use last names here,” her voice was low and sharp. Ivy nodded quickly and pulled out a third chair to sit. “How long do we have to wait for them, ma’am?” He asked gently. Joan exhaled. “They promised to be here by 8:00 PM and this is 8:45 PM already.” She leaned back, looking unrelaxed. The table went quiet. Each of them kept glancing at their watches every second. Joan's phone vibrated, breaking the silence. She picked it up slowly and Mr. Almond's text mess

None of the lounge's security could stop the Langley men from beating Keon down. He fought back at first, but his strength drained fast under their weight. When he couldn't take it any longer, his pride finally gave out.“Stop, please,” he gasped, one hand raised in surrender, the other braced against the floor. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look into your proposal or harass your staff.”The men exchanged a knowing look and stopped, but didn't move. They remained standing over him.One of them pulled out his phone and dialed. It was answered before the second ring finished.“He's pleading,” the man said, voice flat. “Already remorseful, ma.”A woman's voice came through, firm and unhurried. “Let him be.”Keon's head snapped up despite the pain screaming through his side. That voice sounded familiar. He almost said her name out loud, but quickly cautioned himself and swallowed it back down. Maybe exhaustion made everything...voices and all, circle back to Joan. He settled on that tho

Joan burst out of the elevator, her pace sharp as she dashed out of the company. Her phone kept buzzing repeatedly in her hand, but she kept ignoring it. The people around glanced in her direction with side-eyes, clearly wondering why she was practically sprinting toward the garage. She let out a heavy exhale as she finally spotted her car and quickly slid into the backseat.“To the company,” she instructed the chauffeur, her voice firm even though her breath was still coming too fast.Without a single question, the chauffeur started the engine and drove off. She finally answered her ringing phone, her nostrils flaring slightly as she lifted it to her ear. “Ivy, I’m on my way. Can you buy me ten…twenty minutes?” “I'm trying,” Ivy's voice was tight, sending a jolt of fear straight down Joan's spine. “Nolan is starting the emergency meeting in less than ten minutes and….the entire board is already here, except you. I don't know how he was able to get them all here on such short no

“I think you’ve been mistaken, Keon. I don't think Joan works with Langley Corp.”“Then what is she doing at Eric Ltd?” Keon's voice was sharp, cutting through the room and making Kimberly flinch. “The proposal…it's her style of writing.” “Anyone could write like her, Keon.” Kimberly rose to her feet, meeting his intensity with hers. Then she took a deep breath, reached out and took his hands in hers, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “The sooner you get Joan out of your mind, the better it will be for you.”Keon exhaled, his voice lowered, thick with emotions. “But the company...I need Joan for the company work, nothing more.” Kimberly let out a quiet breath and gently released his hands. She had spent most of her time trying to fill the space Joan left behind, proving herself in every meeting. But still, nothing had changed. Joan had that kind of grace that none of them could understand or replicate. Since Joan had left the company, clients questioned their decisions, and doubted t

Joan let out a long breath when she got Tristan's message. He had just sent her the family mansion address for dinner. She sank onto the bed and slowly began pulling off her shoes. She had been preparing to leave for a meeting, thinking that Tristan had already cancelled the dinner since he hadn't texted her all morning.She quickly sent a text to Ivy to go represent her at the meeting, after which she sluggishly pushed herself up from the bed so she could get dressed for the dinner. She was standing in front of the mirror, carefully applying light makeup when her phone started to ring.“Hello, Ms. This is Sam, I’m outside waiting for you,” the voice on the other end said, and Joan immediately recognized it as one of Tristan's chauffeurs.‘Did Tristan send his chauffeur because he assumed that I wasn't going to show up at all?’ Joan hissed as she reluctantly picked up her bag.Deep down, she didn't want to go, but she knew that showing up was the only way to properly thank Tristan.