Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 43: Was It Another Man?-1

(Jasper’s POV)

I stood in the hallway, the paper bag from *Bouchon* heavy in my hand. I had woken up early to drive to Beverly Hills for these pastries. It was a peace offering. I was being the bigger man, forgiving her tantrum.

I tapped my foot against the carpet. I had used a keycard from a friend who owned a penthouse on the top floor to bypass the front desk. It was too early for announcements.

I pressed the doorbell again. The electronic chime echoed inside, but there was no movement. No footsteps. Nothing.

Across the hall, a door opened. Mrs. Gable stepped out, a leash in hand, her poodle yapping at her heels. She stopped when she saw me, her eyes widening behind her glasses.

I ignored her and pressed the button a third time, holding it down longer. My patience was thinning.

“Young man,” Mrs. Gable said, her voice trembling slightly. “You’re wasting your time.”

I turned slowly, fixing her with a cold look. “Excuse me?”

“The young lady,” she said, pointing a manicured finger at Aurora’s door. “She moved out last night.”

My grip on the paper bag tightened, crushing the croissants inside. “Is this a joke?”

“I wish it were,” Mrs. Gable shrugged. “I saw it myself. A man came for her. Tall, very elegant. He looked… expensive. He loaded her bags into a car that cost more than this building.”

My blood ran cold. Then it boiled.

“A man,” I repeated, the words tasting like ash.

“Yes. They left together.”

I turned on my heel and marched toward the elevator.

Humiliation burned in my chest. She had moved out. And she had made sure a “rich, elegant man” was seen doing it.

*It’s an act,* I told myself as the elevator descended. *She hired someone. She thinks this will make me jealous.*

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Clam

I stormed through the lobby and out onto the street. The morning air did nothing to cool my temper. I looked at the ruined bag of pastries in my hand.

I shoved it violently into the nearest trash can.

“Fine,” I muttered, yanking my car door open. “You want to play hard to get, Aurora? Let’s see how long you can keep up this charade.”

I slammed the door and floored the gas, tires screeching as I peeled away from the curb.

(Aurora’s POV)

“The Lewis Project is yours,” Director Harrison said, sliding the file across his desk.

I didn’t hesitate. I knew exactly who I wanted.

“I’m taking Sylvia,” I said. “And Charlie.”

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Charlie? He’s been here a year. He’s green.”

“He’s hungry,” I corrected. “And Sylvia is meticulous. We don’t need dead weight.”

An hour later, we were in the conference room. The timeline was tight, but the energy was

electric.

“This is the breakdown,” I said, pointing to the whiteboard. “Sylvia, you handle the molecular analysis. Charlie, run the simulations.”

Sylvia looked at the schedule, her eyes wide. “Aurora, this is… brilliant. You’re a natural leader. We’re actually going to pull this off.”

I smiled, feeling the thrill of the challenge. “We aren’t just going to pull it off. We are going to be invincible. I picked you because you can execute. Don’t let me down.”

Not everyone was happy.

At lunch, I walked past the breakroom to get coffee. The voices drifted out, loud and bitter.

“She only got the lead because of Professor Lewis,” a senior researcher sneered. “Giving a project like that to a bunch of kids? It’s a joke.”

“She’s just a pretty face with connections,” another agreed.

I stopped in the doorway. The conversation died instantly.

I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting the silence stretch until it was uncomfortable. I looked at each of them, my expression bored.

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“Don’t let me interrupt,” I said coolly. “Please, keep talking. While you discuss my connections, I’ve already finished your monthly KPI.”

I turned and walked away, leaving them staring at their sandwiches.

By evening, the lab was quiet.

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