Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 The Culprit

Darya’s tone carried a hint of hostility as she nonchalantly brushed her long hair aside. ‘Yes, it was me.‘

Micah’s gaze grew colder, but before he could utter a word, Darya beat him to it. ‘I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.‘

‘Mr Cavanaugh, instead of trying to reason with me here, why don’t you go back and take care of your lover and your dear sister?‘ Darya’s voice dripped with ice, matching the coldness in Micah’s eyes. ‘The next time they cause trouble for me, I won’t be so nice.‘

She knew that the reporters who had besieged her were sent by Felicia, undoubtedly acting on behalf of Regina. Given the circumstances, she had no choice but to fight back.

A furrow appeared between Micah’s brows. ‘Trouble? What kind of trouble?‘

An ominous feeling suddenly gripped his heart.

‘Go back and ask them yourself, Mr Cavanaugh. Are you really as smart and cunning as you think, or are you merely a fool being toyed with?‘

Since the divorce, she no longer felt obligated to play nice or act docile.

Whether it was the Cavanaugh family or anyone else, if someone dared to cross her, she would repay the blow, tenfold!

Darya sneered and turned to face Reece. ‘Mr Cooke, I have something to attend to. I’ll take my leave now.‘

‘All right. Take care, Miss McAllister.‘ Reece nodded at her.

After Darya disappeared at the end of the hallway, Reece sighed and shook his head. ‘She’s quite similar to you -decisive and ruthless.‘

Micah clenched his fists and shot a sidelong glance at Norris. ‘Why haven’t you involved the PR department to remove the trending post?‘

How could Norris have overlooked such a solution?

The assistant looked at Micah with a troubled expression. ‘Boss, I tried, but it was useless. The platform has stated that there’s no way to remove it. The person behind this is Bradley Gould from Eminence. Moreover, it

seems he plans to let the tweet stay at the top spot for at least two more days.‘

A heavy silence fell upon them.

‘Micah, if I may interject,‘ said Reece. ‘I believe this matter is most likely related to your sister, Felicia. Darya made it pretty clear just now. If someone hadn’t provoked her first, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths. Why not have your sister personally apologise to Darya?‘

Reece sighed inwardly.

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Darya was leaving no breathing room for the Cavanaughs.

A ruthless plot, yet beautifully executed.

Micah took a deep breath and coldly commanded, “Tell Felicia to get her ass over here right now!

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Back in his office at Zenith, Micah sat in a plush leather chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He couldn’t comprehend why his family held such a deep animosity towards Darya.

Darya was the victim here, enduring countless grievances in the past.

But even after they were divorced and her true identity was revealed, his parents and sister still sought to

harass her.

Felicia, in particular, had spared no effort.

He might have had a chance to at least co–exist in peace with Darya, but his family had pushed them further

and further apart.

The more he thought about it, the more enraged he became.

Finally, Felicia arrived, escorted by two bodyguards.

Her phone had been confiscated.

She entered Micah’s office and immediately sensed the stifling atmosphere.

She stood there, looking utterly miserable, gazing up at her brother.

‘What’s the sudden summons all about?‘ she asked, puzzled.

Micah’s face oozed an icy coldness as he replied in a chilling tone, ‘What do you think?‘

Felicia trembled, refusing to confess. ‘How am I supposed to know?‘

You don’t know?‘ Micah chuckled coldly, then yelled towards the door, ‘Bring him in!‘

With swift efficiency, Norris pushed open the door, shoving a man into the room.

The man stumbled forward with a dishevelled appearance that mirrored his dubious character.

His name was Lance Thornton, a tabloid reporter notorious for his unscrupulous tactics.

Lance’s unkempt hair resembled a bird’s nest, and his beady eyes darted around the room, greedily seeking any scandalous material to exploit.

His posture exuded an unsettling confidence, with his hunched shoulders and a slight tilt of the head, as if always ready to pounce on his next prey.

He wore a wrinkled suit that spoke volumes about his lack of professionalism, and his tie, loosely knotted, seemed to mimic his loose morals.

His breath reeked of stale coffee and cigarettes.

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