Todos os capítulos de My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Is there truly no other way to handle Gwen Leigh's situation?"The Old Madam's expression grew even heavier. "Must you personally carry her, personally answer her calls, and personally run to her side every single time she sheds a tear?"Lucien remained silent, his fingers tightening against his knee.Old Madam sighed heavily, looking at her grandson with deep concern."Nova isn't the type to throw a loud tantrum or scream at you. But what woman in high society would ever be comfortable watching her own husband constantly hover around his pregnant ex-girlfriend?"She paused, looking straight into his eyes."Even though you two are divorced now, your actions this morning were nothing but a public slap to her face."Boom.A sudden, sharp thunderbolt seemed to crash directly into Lucien's mind.His gray eyes violently narrowed, his entire body going rigid in the chair.A public slap to her face.He had never once looked at the situation from that angle. He had simply viewed Gwen's pregn

Nova’s face didn't change. She kept her eyes fixed onto the stage, slipped her hand smoothly into her handbag, and opened the encrypted terminal below the edge of her seat.A single line of green text and a digital location tag flashed across the screen.Nova typed in her code string with one hand, blind, her fingers moving across the screen with terrifying speed while her expression remained completely unbothered. The coordinates resolved, and the financial adviser's location appeared in real-time.The Grand Meridian Hotel.Nova was taken aback, a cold light flickering deep within her brown eyes.She hadn't expected this situation. The culprit wasn't in a remote town; he was here, right inside this exact same luxury building.The system gave her the final piece of digital footprint data: presidential suite, booked eleven days ago under an offshore shell company.Of course. A criminal who had successfully pulled off a two-billion-dollar corporate heist and left two dead employers beh

The silver blade struck the vanity counter with a sharp, metallic ring, chipping the edge of the luxury marble.Nova didn't waste a moment.As she dropped downward, her gloved hand shot out like a striking viper, catching the first attacker’s wrist before he could pull the weapon back. With a cold, brutal twist of her fingers, she shattered his joint, forcing him to drop the knife into her waiting palm.But, there was no time to breathe.Three more figures stepped out from behind the opened mirrored wall in silence, followed immediately by a fifth figure standing by the service doorway. All of them were heavily masked, their eyes cold and focused. They didn't draw guns and she figured it was because a high-caliber shot had already been fired to stage the adviser's suicide, and any further gunfire would instantly bring the entire hotel security team down on their heads. In an instant, Nova’s entire bearing vanished completely. The calm, unbothered project manager from the business ha

"Does it hurt?" Lucien asked, his tone suddenly dropping into an uncharacteristic, strange softness that made Hayden’s hand visibly tremble against the steering wheel in shock.Nova slowly turned her head, her brown eyes staring at his smiling face in profound bewilderment.Why was he suddenly looking at her as if she were a cute, misbehaving kitten throwing a harmless temper tantrum?"Lucien, have you lost your mind?" Nova asked straightforwardly, her voice dripping with an icy annoyance."Mm," Lucien merely hummed, his fingers thoroughly cleaning the wound before sealing it with a fresh medical bandage, completely ignoring her sharp tone. "Be good. Don't touch water tonight."The rest of the journey passed in a heavy, bizarre silence.By the time the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the gates of her private villa, Nova didn't waste a single second. She immediately popped the handle, stepped out onto the asphalt, and closed the door with a sharp snap.She didn't offer a single word of thanks

Grand Meridian Hotel...The underground parking lot of the hotel was suffocatingly dim, smelling heavily of damp concrete and cold gasoline.Leaning heavily against a thick, load-bearing concrete pillar, the female assassin clutched her left flank. Her gloved fingers were completely slick with warm, flowing blood; Nova’s parting strike had sliced deep. With every breath she took, a sharp pain rippled through her chest, blurring her vision as she desperately tried to drag her weight toward her secondary escape route.She had barely managed to stumble down the service stairwell to reach this subterranean level. Her primary getaway van had been compromised, and her strength was rapidly draining.Ding.The crisp chime of the elevator suddenly echoed across the empty garage."I'm telling you, it was a literal nightmare!" Axel Delacroix’s voice boomed out of the opening doors, loud and animated. He strode out into the parking lot, aggressively waving his sports car keys in one hand while