How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 144

It seemed his first love was more special than anyone knew. Except now, Winifred seemed to want nothing to do with him.

Owen's lips curved into a smug grin. Oh, Yvan, Yvan. You want to win her back? I'm going to make sure that's the last thing that happens. I'm going to make your life a living hell.

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Meanwhile, Yvan was in his office, staring at a document on his desk.

The company had run into a minor snag the last few days; a loan application was stuck in perpetual review.

At first, he'd thought it was just the bank being overly cautious, but Owen's appearance yesterday had put him on high alert.

He had his people look into it, and sure enough, Owen was pulling the strings.

Blocking loans was that scumbag's signature move.

Looks like going bankrupt overseas didn't teach him a lesson, Yvan thought, clenching his fist.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a series of incoming messages.

He opened them, and his expression instantly turned grim.

The messages were from an unknown number. They were photos of Owen with his arm around Winifred, holding a bouquet of roses.

There were several more pictures: Winifred holding the flowers, getting onto the back of Owen's motorcycle.

Why had she accepted another man so quickly? Did she really have no lingering feelings for him at all?

He had spent all this time pulling out every stop—being gentle, being firm, begging, pestering, pouring out his heart—and nothing had worked.

And Owen? Owen had done nothing, and she was already giving him a chance.

Yvan was so furious he hurled his phone against the floor.

At that moment, a knock came at the door. His secretary, Eileen, walked in carrying a shopping bag.

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