Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Bianca's POV.

The meeting was in a private room at an upscale café. I arrived early, sitting by the large window where the light poured in, reflecting off my glass of sparkling water. My fingers tapped the table lightly, my nerves taut but masked behind a cool exterior. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of chatter from the main dining area. I glanced at the door every now and then, waiting.

When Madam Margret Alistair entered, she walked like she owned the place, her usual air of authority firmly in place. But I noticed the slight tightness in her jaw, the way her gaze darted briefly before settling on me. She was uneasy. Good.

"Bianca"" she greeted, her voice sharp and cold, as if that could intimidate me. It didn't.

"Madam Margret, | replied smoothly, leaning back in my chair.

"Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we? I don't have all day."

Her lips twitched, the faintest hint of a sneer crossing her face.

She sat down, smoothing her skirt, her movements deliberate and calculated.

"You're quite bold for someone in your position," she said, her tone laced with disdain.

"And you're quite desperate for someone in yours." I tilted my head, enjoying the flicker of anger in her eyes. "Shall we get to business?"

She stared at me, her eyes narrowing into slits, as though she was trying to burn a hole through me with her gaze. "Fine"" she bit out.

"You've made your demands clear. But let me tell you this-Alex is not a pawn to be moved around at your whim."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Oh, but he is, isn't he?

Especially when it's you pulling the strings."

Her fingers tightened around her handbag, her knuckles turning white. She didn't respond immediately, her silence speaking volumes. Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter but no less menacing. "You've told me you've informed others about... Daniel,"

she said, her tone almost a hiss.

"Correct," I said simply, lifting my glass of water and taking a slow sip. I let the silence stretch, enjoying the tension in the air before adding, "Which is why l'm here. You're a smart woman, Madam Margret. You know what's a t stake."

Her face hardened, her composed mask cracking just enough to reveal the fear beneath. "You don't know what you're playing with, Bianca."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my voice soft but cutting. "I know exactly what I'm playing with. And I know you can't afford for Alex to find out about Daniel. So, here's what we're going to do-you're going to make him come back to me."

Her laugh was short and humorless, bitter. "And how exactly do you think I'll do that? He despises you."

"That's your problem to solve," I said, smiling sweetly. "I don't care how you do it. Convince him, manipulate him, bribe him-I don't care. I want Alex back."

She stared at me, her gaze unblinking, her expression hard. Her hands, now resting on the table, were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "You're asking for something impossible""

she said, her voice low.

I shrugged, feigning indifference. "Nothing's impossible for you, isn't that what everyone says? The great Madam Margret Alistair always gets what she wants. Now it's time to prove it."

Her eyes darkened, the fury within them barely contained. Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought she might lash out. Instead, she inhaled deeply, as though trying to rein in her temper.

"If I do this"" she said slowly, her words measured, "you'll keep quiet about Daniel?"

I smiled, my expression one of victory. "As long as Alex is back where he belongs, yes."

She exhaled sharply, her breath coming out in a huff of frustration.

Her gaze bore into mine, a mix of anger and reluctant agreement in her eyes. "Fine," she said at last, the word spat out like venom.

"But this is the last favor I ever do for you, Bianca."