Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Proud of Him

Ava walked aimlessly in the corridor, holding her personal belongings in her arms.

Her colleagues cast different looks at her. There was disdain, contempt, and mocking. Some people even itched to applaud.

But there was no sympathy.

While descending the stairs, Stella passed by Ava and paused as she recalled the scene of her being taken away by the police a week ago. She had met Ava in the spot of the stairwell.

In just a week, their roles had reversed, giving her a feeling of being in a different world.

Stella awkwardly nodded, unable to force a smile. She was about to walk past Ava when she suddenly detected the murderous intent in Ava's eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

But besides hatred, there was also a hint of fear in Ava's gaze.

Fear.?

Stella couldn't figure it out for a moment.

By the time she wanted to take another look at Ava, the latter had disappeared around the corner, clutching her belongings.

...

Several men gathered in a private room at a bar, with only a small half-bottle of expensive Dom Pérignon left.

Except for Oliver, the others seemed to dislike this kind of debauchery, especially Liam. However, Oliver was hosting this time, and they had to come.

"Noah, Caleb, feel free to drink!" Oliver said cheerfully, observing the pole dancers on the dance floor below through the window. Then he turned to them with a smile. "I have plenty of alcohol here. You can drink as much as you want! Andrew, you should join us too!"

Andrew appeared somewhat reserved, his face carrying a cold yet polite smile as he glanced at Liam.

"Noah," Oliver walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "why do you always wear a gloomy face? Didn't we already resolve the matter for Stella? The girls here are all top-notch, and you shouldn't miss out. Although you're married, you can still feast your eyes, right?"

As soon as his voice died away, a pair of sharp eyes locked onto him.

Oliver laughed awkwardly, knowing he had spoken carelessly under the influence of alcohol. He slapped himself hard.

"It's getting late." Liam put down his glass, "I should go back."

"What? It's still..." Oliver wanted to argue but was stopped by a glance from Caleb and Andrew.

Noah had become a male version of Cinderella, and he had to return home on time. But Cinderella had to return before midnight, so what about this timing?

"I have a competition the day after tomorrow." Liam walked to the door and glanced back at them. "Remember to come and roll logs for me!"

"What?" Caleb was taken aback. "Are you really going to compete?"

"I've already told her. If I don't compete, I'll be exposed."

"But you haven't played in years!"

Liam's eyes flickered.

Back in the day, boxing was one of the mandatory courses for the Martinez family heirs. He had excelled in it, even winning championships in several international events, standing on the same stage as the world boxing champions without fear.

After the plane crash, he had been trying to regain his physical fitness. Although he had made a remarkable recovery, to become the same as before, he would likely have to undergo long and arduous training.

And his old injuries could relapse at any time.

"It's okay." Liam chuckled. "Indeed, I haven't played for many years, but I've been training all along. A small game shouldn't be a problem."

"Will Stella be there too?"

Caleb smiled. "Try not to let her attend. The scene is too bloody for her to handle."

Liam looked sideways at him. "You're mistaken about that."