My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 107

One hour later, the iron gate opened. Lola stepped out first, followed by Ray–carrying a stove.

“Ray!” Bruce ground his teeth, fury coiling in every line of his face. He wanted to tear Ray apart with his bare hands.

Ray paid him no mind. He set the stove down, placed burning charcoal inside, and pulled a pot from the room. Placing it on the stove, he snapped on the light. In the pot, red–hot oil churned and bubbled, and faint outlines of ingredients could be seen.

The sight of it made everyone swallow hard, their mouths watering uncontrollably, hunger gnawing at them like a living thing.

When you’re freezing and starving, is there anything more comforting than a steaming pot of hot pot?

Ray was insufferable–so cruelly teasing them like this!

Bruce, however, didn’t glance at the hot pot. He stared at Lola instead. “Come here.”

Lola shivered but obeyed, stepping forward.

Ray brought out plate after plate of thinly sliced meat and fresh vegetables. He smiled faintly, looking at everyone. Each face was etched with longing, desire so intense it was almost painful to see.

“Want some?” he asked casually.

Who didn’t? But who dared step forward?

Forget the water gun in Ray’s hand. Just looking at the passage alone made anyone cautious–poisonous water could spray down at any moment!

And Ray himself? He was dangerously close to the iron gate. A single lunge, and he could retreat safely into the villa. What then?

Yet, the aroma of the hot pot was intoxicating, irresistible. One by one, they started to drool, unable to resist the temptation.

Ray began dipping meat into the sauce. He took a bite–hot, so hot!-and almost spat it out. Rolling it around in his mouth a few times, he finally chewed.

Delicious. Absolutely divine,

Swallowing, he looked at the crowd. “Want some? It’s simple. Each of you just bow your head to me, then turn and call Bruce an

idiot.”

Everyone hesitated.

Bowing wasn’t a big deal. In times like these, dignity was meaningless. Humiliation meant nothing.

But calling Bruce an idiot? That was a different matter entirely.

Who insults their leader? What would that mean for their future together?

Bruce’s brow lifted. Ray was deliberately undermining his authority.

If he were humiliated like this, how could he ever command respect again? This would be a lifelong black mark.

He glared at Ray, itching to order an attack. But his four bodyguards were still sprawled on the ground, unconscious. Could they even recover in time? What if he sent someone rushing into the passage?

What if Ray triggered the sprinkler system?

No one was stupid. At a time like this, who would dare rush in?

And why did Ray insist on eating the hot pot right there? Not somewhere else, but exactly at that spot?

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Chapter 107

Because he knew–no one dared move him there.

Ray was young, yet impossibly difficult to deal with.

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Bruce gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. Through a clenched jaw, he spat, “You’re just nouveau riche. What do you have to be proud of? Winning a measly fifty million won… after taxes, what, forty million? What gives you the right to compare yourself to a billionaire like me?”

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