My Cold Ex-Wife Refused to Move On novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 A Flight for What’s Mine

Through the TV screen, across the ocean, it was as if Henry was staring right at Wendy.

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At the hospital, Chase and Bernard were also watching the show, an exclusive interview with Henry.

They exchanged glances.

“This just got complicated.”

After everything the Moses Group had done, illegal and criminal, and yet Henry had managed to escape unscathed, Waylon hadn’t been able to shut the group down. That said everything about Henry’s abilities and methods.

We are really about to go head–to–head with someone like that.

“I told you, Henry’s not a good guy. In fact, he goes by the name Alphard abroad. Bernard said.

Chase fell into his thoughts.

Good or bad, it didn’t matter. What mattered was not letting him get anywhere near Wendy.

Both international and domestic headlines had exploded at once.

Hector immediately suspected that Caesar was behind the incident.

To have something like this happen in my own hotel, how could business continue?

Caesar hadn’t officially moved into the Typhoon Corp office yet. He was still dealing with things from the study of the family estate. He and Mario would be moving back to Goldenville in a few days.

Bang.

The study door flew open. Caesar’s sharp eyes shot up instinctively. Jack was tangled up with Hector at the door.

Jack turned quickly and said, “Sorry, Mr. Caesar. I couldn’t stop him.”

“That’s all right,” Caesar waved him off.

Hearing that, Jack let go of his grip. Hector stormed into the study and walked straight up to Caesar’s desk. He slammed both hands down and glared at him from above.

Caesar, calm and unperturbed, was the perfect contrast to Hector’s anger.

“Uncle, why so angry this early in the afternoon?”

Hector growled through clenched teeth, “This was you doing, wasn’t it?”

Caesar clasped his hands under his chin. “Which one are you referring to?”

Not just the Light Loc Hotel; there had been many. Ever since I had taken back control of the family, every hit that came their way had my fingerprints on it.

And now I sat there, openly confronting Hector, daring him to ask, What position, what authority do you have to question me?

It had always been mine.

It was the Meyer family parasites who had stolen it from me, who had forced me to suffer before I finally returned to take what was rightfully mine.