The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant

Chapter 8

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oon, the quiet hum of the C.B.

otsteps echoed down

. It slammed against the wall with a deafening c

of Barron Industries, marched into t

plastered on her face. Two massive, thick-necked bodyguar

. His dark eyes locked onto the intruders. The temperature aro

t she saw her father, the blood drained from

staff. He marched

down immediately," Arthur ordered, his

nearest desk. "You are coming back to Bar

at the contract. She let

Carlee sneered. "Did you finally realize I'm t

teful brat! Without the family's supply c

oncerned. "Carlee, please. Don't ruin the Barr

. She looked at Brigette like

said, her voice dripping with venom. "Thanks

lost her mind. She pointed a shaking finger at the

shrieked at the bodygua

runted and lunged tow

, her arms spread wide. "If you touch this,

ice don't care about fam

with a thick, meaty hand, aimin

e her shoulder, a large, heavily v

und the bodyguard's thic

one f

he quiet, cheap-suit-wearing

ked Carlee completely. An aura of suffocating, lethal violence rolled off hi

s voice was barely a whisper, but it carrie

tried to yank his arm back

. A loud, sickening crac

amed in agony, dro

swung a massive fist aimed rig

Her heart leape

side, letting the fist sail past his ear. In the same fluid motion

He crashed through the glass door, shattering it into a thou

an three seconds. The room fell

ist. He reached over to Lena's desk, pulled a

He lifted his head and locked his

Braden

nt radiating from this nobody assistant terrified him

ssive width of his back. A violent rush of adren

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“Carlee signed the divorce papers without a second of hesitation, ending a three-year marriage to a billionaire husband she had never even met. She walked away with nothing, publicly cutting ties with both the Vaughan empire and her toxic family to launch her own jewelry design studio. Her family immediately retaliated. They mocked her as a useless, abandoned trophy wife and ruthlessly blacklisted her new company from every major supplier in the city, intent on forcing her to crawl back. Exhausted but defiant, she hired a handsome, seemingly broke valet she bumped into outside a hotel to be her personal assistant. She even bought him a tailored suit, pitying his maxed-out credit cards and his desperate need for a paycheck. But things quickly stopped making sense. Why did this humble assistant possess such lethal combat skills, effortlessly snapping a two-hundred-pound bodyguard's wrist to protect her? And why did top-tier luxury store managers bow to him in absolute, trembling terror? "Whatever is happening, I will handle it." Carlee found a foolish comfort in her poor assistant's reassuring voice. She had absolutely no idea that the man sitting at the wobbly desk in her cramped office was Braden Vaughan-her legally divorced ex-husband. And the ruthless billionaire was currently orchestrating a global financial massacre from the shadows, entirely obsessed with clearing her path to the top.”