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Divorce Make Me A Tycoon, My Ex Meet His Doom

Chapter 9 I Like Them

Word Count: 1392    |    Released on: 13/03/2026

ted by a stranger in front of so ma

you," she mur

gh his fingers vanished in an instant, l

le, ambiguous smile playing

eceived your gift. You're so thoughtful-I adore it. You're

ling with resentment. Why did they alw

"this gentleman is acquainted with your

meeting the man's deep, intense gaze. Unea

r had many friends back then. I've only h

ghter to attend those glamorous banquets. He hoped

ive timbre. "Hello. I'm Edward Robinson. I have long admired Uncle

ttention now adopted an unexpectedly hu

loved making friends. It's only natural you w

w, isn't he? Christine should

ounger son of his old comrade-calling

s pressed into a straight line. "Uncl

horter than him, resting briefly on her fair face b

heart skip

was way t

le. "I'll stick with ca

ight snort. "Fine.

ne detected a hint of di

Snap out of it. A man like

lengths to get in tonig

rlpool of trouble. Besides, the man standing next to

her once throughout the entire event. Even so, his meaningful gaze alone was eno

*

ma

hoed through th

ching the side of her face where he

ly made me p

ehold is already a privilege. Don't covet what isn't yours, and don't think that just beca

, concealing the hatred

other. I know

"Don't you remember how you came back to this country? W

ightly she clenched them, yet her ex

the country is enti

you understand. Go home by yourself today. S

Vivian's expression twisted i

for her froze when she saw Vivia

ing? The gentle angel seemed t

r lips together. "Mia, I'll head bac

ed to see that idiot again

e insist. Vivian's sudden change in de

have thought such a sweet

*

d message, Christine quickly excu

sts attending were either wealthy or influential,

ed her ride request on the ap

kness. A misty drizzle fell, sending

eadlights pierced

slowly approached

ed. "Miss Wood, it's hard to get

e hadn't expected Henry to

should be able to hail one

formalities, Miss Wood. I actually have somethin

hat way, Christine had

passenger seat," Henry added

ep into the backseat, she unexpec

d someone else be s

ures, she realized the man behin

past her earlobe, his breath scor

lowered her head,

r earlier surged back, flushi

e through the rearview mirror. His shameless friend h

had done it

ely sha

live, Miss Woo

la tonight would undoubtedly mean being d

Lake, p

e rode i

cuse to get her into the car; naturally

n the backseat, his

d in silence, desperat

t out a small sigh of relief. Her voice lightene

tep out, a lazy, deep voi

Wood, please leave me your contact information. If you eve

d her hi

ze to the softly glowing

odded. "All right. Th

e and offered a faint s

ing figure, Edward's lingeri

e now?" Henry as

his gaze awa

Hmph! You really do th

ddled with his lighter.

. When the adorable orange cat avatar appeared,

of your cat?

Edward in the backseat, puzzled. "Browse the album

ted his favorite pho

e them

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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.”