Dumping My Billionaire Ex novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 

Tilda’s grip on her phone tightened as excitement surged through her 

Sensing her urgency, the man on the other end let out a sinister, low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re dying to find out? Come over if you really wanna know.” His voice was laced with desire that he didn’t bother to hide. 

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Tilda’s face flushed with anger. “That’s impossible” 

“Well, if you don’t wanna know, forget it. But The man’s voice trailed off. He deliberately paused, enjoying the torment. 

Impatient and fuming. Tilda was about to hang up when his voice came through again “Take care of your throat, sweetheart. Don’t be losing that voice of yours 

“What do you mean?” Tilda pressed, but the line went dead as the man hung up first 

Standing in the hallway, Tilda was left with nothing but guesses, and her face darkened. However, she couldn’t make heads or tails of his words. ‘He always likes to say these kinds of ambiguous things. But I feel like he’s hinting at something this time; she thought. 

She didn’t call him back. Given the lessons from four years ago, she was steering clear of any danger, intent on proving her wholehearted dedication to Edwin 

Tomorrow was homecoming day, and Sharon was a bundle of nerves. She didn’t even dare call her dad to let him know. 

During her four years of marriage, out of fear of upsetting the Stanley family, she hadn’t reached out to her father. He’d raised her all those years, and she’d given nothing in return, 

Sharon went shopping to pick up some nice things, and Alanna had also asked her to take some nutritional supplements back home. 

After packing up, they lay on recliners watching TV. The show playing was a variety show, the host delivered a dramatic monologue before excitedly introducing. “Next, please welcome tonight’s mystery guest.”“ 

As soft music played, the door at the back of the stage opened. The spotlight focused, and a figure emerged, dressed in a flowing chiffon dress, hair cascading down her shoulders, revealing striking features. 

As soon as Alanna saw her face, she snored. “I can’t believe they let trash like her on my favorite reality show. I don’t want to watch it now.” 

At the same time, Sharon recognized the woman as Tilda, and her eyes darkened. 

Tilda’s pretentious presence drew applause, and the host shouted, “Oh! My queen! 

“Oh, come on, please stop teasing me, Tilda replied with a coy smile, and the cameraman gave her an extreme close–up on purpose. 

“If anyone like her can be called a queen, the standards must really be on the floor,” Alanna snapped, harboring no love for Tilda. Not wanting to affect Sharon’s mood, she sharply turned off the TV. 

“Don’t worry about me; I’ve been immune to her for a long time,” Sharon said lightly, noticing Alanna’s concern. 

“She’s just so annoying. From now on, any show she’s on, count me out,” Alanna said, slapping the armrest next to her and then gazing at Sharon. “In terms of looks, you’re way prettier than Tilda. You’re sweet and smart. You could leave her in the dust. What did Edwin ever see in Tilda that he loved her so much?” 

Sharon was just as puzzled about it. 

Initially, Edwin was blind and sent to the remote s