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Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom

Chapter 8 The Encounter

Word Count: 1440    |    Released on: 13/03/2026

be upset. We won't bel

I know she dislikes me, but she

ting on an act! If anyone's the mistress, it's her. If

nows Mr. Caffrey onl

She didn't like Christine, but she did

Vivian finally let out

miliation. One day, she wo

re about something, the m

about Christine's despicable actions today! But Vivian

k her head.

ned to the country and knew

find an opportunity to get closer to Neil. Litt

om the Los Angeles elite

Mr. Rob

else could possibly be called Mr. Robinson? He's the most famous

heard h

re all the han

ows slightly, silently repeat

t know. But suddenly, she found hers

**

rted out by his son. Close behind him, two distinguished men descen

in black, was mysterious and stern, his jet-black eyes devoid of emotion. With composed

ze darted back and forth between the two men. So whic

him, however, wore a cold expression, his gaze sweeping every corner of the banq

im meant nothing. His targe

ent radiating from his friend. He abruptly tu

lied

Edward was clearly de

I've been in New York for months and haven't met as

omeone from the Thompson family in L.A.,

ee months and assumed he genuinely wanted introductions. Smiling ki

thing and turned to his daughter-in-law. "

d less often. He knew Christine was sensitive and hated being

If this foolish boy hadn't been so useless, would the Caffrey

istine is here! She just stepped out for a moment. S

moments ago softened slightly at

and smoothly continued, "What kind of gif

"Your presence alone

attention to Christine than Edward, it

ia leaned in. "Miss Wood is so thoughtful.

istine's gift to Elise, and Oli

trouble-didn't she know the occasion? Don't think

Let me see. a hand-colored lithograph map of nineteenth-

n crowding around Vivian seized the

er place. How could she bring a

ood family bankrupt, it's n

ike us-finding real lux

tone instantly fro

p away from the fool beside her. Mathew had just praised Christine, yet

d you even recognize something rare and histo

ompiled today's guest list? How did

genuinely moved to tears by her

flustered, shot Vivian a

y. Helping her tod

ovenance and historical weight are both top-tier. Naturally, it's an e

hing, do you? If you lack real knowledge, you'd better ke

shed crimson, then drained pale. She

ice slow and steady. "The item itself is fine, but the personal dedication is e

sfaction. "It seems Edw

he author at a New York Public Library gala. This inscription, dedicated to t

it. Now that Karl is gone, and the author is gone too, this treasure has fallen into my hands. That child truly has

gasped i

so fiercely-and this Mr. Robinson clearly had prior

unaware of the commotion. Upon re-entering the banque

nd she hurried over. "Christine, where di

lled forward as Elise called

stumbled, and just as she was about to fall, she ins

scent of rose and mint

broad, warm palm pressed against her lower back. Her coo

d her gaze and met a pair

curved his l

eyes burned with o

it alw

tine

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Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom
Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom
“When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick." That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead. Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception. In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute. Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband. After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love. Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back. "Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back." However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!" His voice was cold, his presence imposing. Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?" "Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully. Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.”