Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Mistress And Murderer

As expected, the top trending topic was ‘Regina Fischer, Mistress and Murderer!‘

The Internet was flooded with posts detailing Regina’s actions and presenting the evidence that proved her intent to kill.

‘This is too terrifying…And Darya survived!‘ one comment read.

‘Damn, is she a sociopath??‘ exclaimed another.

‘Crazy, crazy, crazy! How could her man sleep in the same bed as her? Won’t he be afraid she’ll murder him in his sleep? Unbelievable!‘

The scandal naturally implicated the Cavanaugh family, despite Zenith’s immediate response in the form of a press release.

The internet had a long memory, and netizens hadn’t forgotten about the relationship between Micah and Regina.

Zenith subsidiaries‘ stock prices continued to plummet, although it didn’t make a significant dent in the Cavanaughs‘ vast wealth.

Darya’s smile widened as she watched the drama unfold.

Regina truly got what she deserved!

The workday was coming to an end, and Darya was about to pack up and head home when Glen Chasey knocked on her door and entered. ‘Boss, Miss Cavanaugh wants to see you.‘

Felicia?

What was she doing here?

Darya wondered for a moment before a mischievous smile played on her lips. *

‘Let her in,‘ she said, leaning back in her chair.

Glen nodded and left, and soon the sound of high heels echoed in the hallway as Felicia swaggered in.

However, her expression was anything but pleasant.

Darya leaned against the chair, looking at Felicia with a mocking gaze. ‘What can I do for you, Miss Cavanaugh?‘ Felicia, filled with jealousy and hatred, couldn’t help but feel resentful when faced with Darya’s newfound

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Darya’s high and mighty demeanour was a far cry from the past.

Glancing at the Rolex watch on her wrist, Darya sneered, ‘Miss Cavanaugh, if you have something to say, spit it out quickly. My time is precious.‘

Darya already regretted allowing Felicia into her office.

It was beneath her to converse with such a person.

Felicia’s face twisted with displeasure at Darya’s attitude.

Who did the woman think she was?

But as Felicia recalled the cold looks from Morton and Micah, she had no choice but to swallow her anger.

‘I’m here to apologise,‘ Felicia declared, though her raised chin and defiant expression showed that she wasn’t doing that voluntarily.

‘That woman should be satisfied now, right?‘ Felicia thought.

She had never apologised to anyone before.

Darya couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Felicia’s raised chin.

Was this her idea of an apology?

Did she think Darya was an easy target?

“What’s so funny? If it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t have come to this lousy place!‘ Felicia snapped, still

unaware of the need to truly repent.

Darya’s smile vanished, and she spoke with icy disdain. ‘If you didn’t want to come, Miss Cavanaugh, you’re free to leave. And if you’re incapable of offering a proper apology, maybe you should go back to kindergarten

and start afresh.‘

Felicia had thought she could easily manipulate Darya, but she was sorely mistaken.

Darya was no longer the same vulnerable girl she once was.

Felicia stood there in stunned silence, realising for the first time that Darya had undergone a profound

transformation.

She wasn’t the helpless ‘orphan‘ who had to bow down to the Cavanaughs anymore.

Now, as the daughter of the prestigious McAllisters, she held a higher status than Felicia herself.

Refusing to lose face, Felicia mustered her courage and said, ‘Darya, I came here to apologise to you. Show

some respect.‘

Darya had grown weary of the situation and decided to take action.

She dialled the internal line, swiftly making her intentions clear. ‘Have security escort her out immediately.” ‘And make sure she’s never allowed inside the Paragon Group again,‘ she added firmly when Glen showed up. Felicia was shocked upon hearing Darya’s orders, her anger giving way to an offended look on her face.

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‘You have no idea what you’re getting into, Daryal‘ she spat out, her frustration mounting

But Darya had no intention of giving Felicia another chance.

She responded coldly, ‘You’re the one who doesn’t understand the consequences. Now, please leave.

Felicia’s face turned pale, then red with anger as the security guards arrived at the door of Darya’s office.