No Mans High Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sharp shout made Klaus' outstretched hand freeze in mid-air. Everyone turned in unison toward the sound and saw a middle-aged man with an extraordinary presence quickly striding over. There was anxiety and fear in his expression, and his forehead was covered in sweat. He had clearly rushed all the way here. "M-Mr. Conway?" Lawrence paled in fright upon recognizing the man, and his legs went so weak that he almost lost his balance. This was Jeffrey Conway, the highest executive president of their aviation group!

He saw me stay silent and suddenly stretched out a hand before saying matter-of-factly, "Do you have any money? Give me 200 thousand dollars." 200 thousand dollars? He really thought I was his personal ATM. "Tommy, 200 thousand dollars? That's a huge amount. I don't have that kind of money. You know everything I have is with Mori." Mori was my wife's nickname. It made me nauseous to say her name now. My father-in-law launched into another round of insults after hearing my answers, calling me useless, a leech, someone who lived off a woman, and every nasty word he could think of.

"Heh. Other than bullying and threatening a nobody like me with no connections, do you have the guts to confront the other man Cora brought into your life?" "What do you mean? Who is this man you're talking about?" "If you're so great, why don't you find out for yourself?"

After that day, Ethan never came to see me again. Online, however, the discussion about the exhibition only grew louder. Some people called him a douchebag. Others painted me as the manipulative ex, scheming in the shadows to ruin his future. Jane, meanwhile, posted several times in a row, playing the victim. She shared photos of herself taking care of Ethan in the mountains, captioned: [Only those who’ve faced life and death together understand that some companionship is the salvation of the soul. As for those who only want to enjoy the fruits of others’ labor, I don’t blame you.]