Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 148

On the third floor, Wiona found Tracy in the middle of dusting. “Can I ask you something?”

Tracy yelped, dropping to the floor in surprise. Marian, who was trailing behind Wiona, couldn’t help but twitch at the scene. So she was finally getting curious about the family business. In the eyes of the staff, all the recent trouble seemed to have started when she came back, so they’d quietly decided she was a bad omen. Most of them kept their distance. Only Tracy, who was close friends with Molly, didn’t seem quite as cold.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Salisbury? What is it?”

Wiona didn’t bother with small talk. “Has anyone moved or changed any of the paintings in the house lately?”

Tracy looked puzzled. “Paintings? No, not that I know of.”

“Are you sure? No one’s taken one down or sold anything?”

“These paintings have been here since the old master was alive. Nobody would dare touch them.”

Wiona nodded. “Alright. Thanks.”

She really did seem like she was just making casual conversation. After that, she wandered back to the little villa in the backyard, looking as if she had nothing else to do. But the bait was set. Now, it was just a matter of waiting to see who’d take it.

Night fell, and the Salisbury family home had never felt so quiet. Even with twenty or thirty servants around, Wiona felt like she was the only living soul in the whole place. The little villa was silent, the air heavy and still. She was eating dinner alone when the sudden roar of an engine cut through the calm.

Wiona let out a hollow laugh. “You really think you can threaten me with the Morgans? That’s rich. I stopped caring about them a long time ago. The only person who can trap me is myself. When I have nothing left to lose, who do you think you can use against me?”

Jace’s face twisted, his anger turning cold. “What about the babies? You don’t care about that either?”

She stared at him. “So that’s it. You really are a monster.”

He couldn’t take her words anymore. He raised his hand, ready to hit her, but Wiona was faster. She dropped low, grabbed a bowl, and smashed it on the ground. Picking up a sharp piece of porcelain, she stood up and faced him, her hand steady.

“Come on. Let’s see who actually dares to do it first.”