Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 492

"Hmm?"

"Wait right there. I'm coming over immediately."

Madeline held her phone, watching the endless stream of traffic outside the window. The smile slowly vanished from her lips.

Replaced by an incredibly faint, private surge of absolute resolve.

"Okay."

Meanwhile, in the building's restroom, Xavier wiped the dirty water from his hair with a paper towel while glaring into the mirror.

His jacket was completely ruined, his collar dyed an ugly gray, and his entire body radiated a vile, unidentifiable stench.

He crumpled the tissue and hurled it into the trash can, his face livid.

That old cleaner—the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it felt.

How could there be such a coincidence?

The moment he stepped out of the tearoom, he got drenched. And the woman played deaf and dumb, conveniently vanishing without even giving her name.

He wanted to contact the head of The Prescott Group, Quincy Zale Prescott, to teach that old hag a lesson.

But upon second thought, given his status and prestige, actively warring with a lowly cleaner would only make him the laughingstock of the city.

Fighting back a wave of nausea, he did his best to clean up. When he finally exited, he bumped directly into Quincy.

Xavier had heard that this Quincy Zale Prescott was formerly known as Silas, once a university professor embedded in the system, and highly competent.

At a glance, Quincy looked quite dignified, sharp, and highly intelligent.

He had clearly already heard about the incident, as he rushed forward, apologizing profusely.

He even provided Xavier with a replacement designer jacket worth thousands of dollars.

Xavier changed into the new jacket. He wanted to complain about the old hag, but ultimately held his tongue.

Xavier scrutinized Quincy with an emotionless expression, then walked toward the parking garage without looking back.

Sitting in his car, he didn't start the engine right away.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt Madeline had agreed far too easily.

Judging from their last confrontation in her office, this woman was no pushover.

She was capable of arguing back, slapping his ten-million-dollar check right back in his face, and producing a medical record to prove her fertility. She had verbally slaughtered him, leaving him with zero dignity.

How could a woman like that suddenly 'see the light'?

How could she suddenly decide that career and money were more important than a man?

Yet he couldn't find a single flaw in her logic.

Madeline hadn't asked for cash or real estate. She demanded government grants and tech approval channels.

For Xavier, those favors were indeed just a matter of a few phone calls.

But for Madeline, it was the exact lifeline she needed to establish absolute independence after leaving Quentin.

She wanted a career—which proved she was genuinely planning for life after the divorce.