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Reborn To Crush My Ruthless Husband

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 641    |    Released on: Today at 16:18

rporate power. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of Manh

ocuments for the one-year observation period for both boys were to be signed.

table. Her face was a mask of polite indiffe

ders, Frances spoke up. "Before we begin, th

a middle-aged man in a cheap suit was sitting.

. "According to your employment contract, spreading false inform

I... I don't kno

rward. "Please escort Mr. Fletcher out. And inform the HR departm

nding behind Estela, looked like she had swallowed a lemon. Estela's eyes nar

d, her voice tigh

ven look at it. Instead, she turned to the woman sitting beside he

es no

a thick stack of papers. She walked around the table, her heels cli

authority. "This is a copy of the divorce petition filed by

clatter of a dropped pen. Estela shot t

hat?" she

the lawyer's hand. He flipped through them, his face growing

stammered. "Citing 'irr

s ironclad. If Frances filed for divorce, she walked away

elieve we do have some irreconcila

ers to litigate on grounds of 'adultery'," the lawyer said, her voice sm

b. It was a direct threat. It meant Gia. It me

personal matter; it was a corporate event. Discovery. Subpoenas. The e

e end of the B

ed at the room. "E

packed their bags. Within minutes, the room was empty,

she turned, her eyes like chips of ice. " We

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Reborn To Crush My Ruthless Husband
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“Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire. But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth. "The problem is solved." A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place. For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund? But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down. "I refuse." Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.”