A Divorce After My Rebirth novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 Admitting Defeat 

And to the people at Malcolm’s side, it was evident that Bianca’s actions were deliberate! 

At this crucial juncture for the Entes family, her current actions, being Zane’s wife, undoubtedly aligned with Zane’s interests. 

Bianca smirked at the frosty Conrad. “Tsk, is Lord Malcolm’s right–hand man trying to command 

me now?” 

“Lady Bianca!” Conrad’s tone grew sterner. 

Bianca’s expression instantly cooled. “So, you still remember that I’m the seventh lord’s wife? Anyone unfamiliar might think you’re my master from how you talked to me. 

“I wouldn’t dare!” 

“He’s not at the hospital now?” 

“It’s risky for you to act this way. Lord Malcolm doesn’t have time for your antics,” Conrad responded 

He noted the provocative glint in her eyes and subconsciously clenched his fists. 

Bianca caught Conrad’s reaction, and her smirk widened. 

Her antics, huh? 

What, Malcolm couldn’t handle a little play? 

“You’re mistaken. I’m merely returning the favor. Once, I had no time for Malcolm’s antics either.” 

Back then, was Bianca not swamped? 

She had been overwhelmed with work and endless legal battles. 

But in the end? 

Malcolm ruined everything! 

“Since I have nothing else to do because of him, shouldn’t I entertain myself with him? What do you think, Conrad?” 

Bianca’s smirk deepened when she saw Conrad’s face darken further. With a graceful swivel, she climbed into her car and departed with an enviable grace. 

After Bianca left. Conrad remained rooted in place, lost in thought. 

When a woman became ruthless and unpredictable, there was hardly any telling what would 

ben to the men around her. 

Coincidentally, Malcolm was present when Bianca arrived at the hospital! 

His intense gaze was fixed on her, and the cigarette in his hand had burned down to its butt. There was a dangerous air around him, and it seemed like he had been waiting for her. 

Bianca paused momentarily, then smirked. “I thought you weren’t here.” 

Malcolm responded, “Bianca, everything should be done in moderation!” 

“And do you understand the concept of ‘moderation‘, Lord Malcolm?” 

Bianca’s lips curved into a smile, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

Undoubtedly, her current demeanor radiated a challenging aura. 

With a casual flick, Malcolm sent the cigarette butt sailing through the air in a graceful arc, landing it precisely into the ashtray. 

“Impressive, isn’t it?” He smirked at her. 

Bianca could clearly feel the danger radiating from the man’s smirk. 

“Quite impressive,” Bianca said dismissively. 

“Do you think something else would be just as accurate?” Malcolm challenged.