After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas) novel Chapter 867

"Hello, what now? I failed, and Lucas broke my finger! Your plan was completely useless!" Juliet hissed into the phone, though her frustration was clear.

There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice coldly responded, "You failed because you're incompetent. And now you want to blame me?"

"You—!" Juliet nearly leapt out of bed in anger, but she quickly remembered she still needed this person. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and asked, "So what do we do now?"

"You're too useless for me to keep working with. You're on your own." The person cut the call immediately.

"Hello? Hello?!" Juliet's face twisted in anger.

She quickly dialed the number again, only to discover the phone was turned off.

Unbelievable!

So unfair!

"Who were you talking to?" Gernard's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Juliet jumped, her phone slipping from her hand and falling to the floor.

"You... Gernard, when did you get back?" The guilt on her face was painfully obvious.

Gernard walked toward her, his eyes darkening with displeasure. He’d overheard enough.

So, Lucas was the one who broke her finger.

"You tried to set Lucas up?" Gernard stopped by the bedside, picking up her phone and glancing at the number displayed on the screen.

With his sharp memory, he quickly committed the number to mind.

"Who is this person? Did they make you target Lucas? And all this time, you’ve been pushing me to convince Lucas to divorce Aveline because of them?"

One question after another, and Juliet's guilty expression deepened.

"Gernard, please stop asking. Let’s... let’s just go back to Larbor City. I don’t want to stay in Cloudflare City anymore. It’s no fun here," she tried her usual trick, pouting in an attempt to soften him.

Gernard couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He arranged for their things to be packed, checked Juliet out of the hospital, and they boarded the next available flight back.

Back in Larbor City, at the Cooper family estate, the atmosphere in the living room was heavy. Several documents were spread across the coffee table.

Judith glanced at Wilfried’s grim expression, feeling uneasy. She stood up, intending to slip away to the restroom to send a warning.

"Sit down!" Wilfried’s voice cut through the air, carrying a weight of authority that made Judith freeze in place. She quickly sat back down, her palms damp with cold sweat.

How did it come to this?

How had everything been exposed?

Around noon, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the villa.

Wilfried’s eldest son, Gavin Cooper, who had been away on a business trip, walked in, dust still clinging to his clothes.

Confused, he looked around and asked, "Dad, what’s going on? What’s so urgent that you called me back?"