My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 226

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Chapter 226

Bolstered by her husband’s encouraging look and by her desperate need to survive–Alina steeled herself, took a deep breath, and stood up, leading Ray upstairs.

She originally planned to take him to the guest bedroom, but Ray refused and walked straight into the master bedroom instead.

Above the headboard hung a wedding photo of Shane and Alina.

In the picture, Alina smiled sweetly, radiant and stunning. Her beauty practically leapt from the frame. The low–cut dress did nothing to hide her proud curves, her cleavage deep and impossible to ignore.

Seeing Ray staring at her wedding photo, Alina felt her cheeks heat up, an inexplicable sense of shame rising in her chest.

“How did you and Shane meet?” Ray asked.

Alina thought for a moment. “Our families introduced us.”

“Oh? And what do you do?” he asked casually.

“I’m with the city dance troupe.”

Oh?

Ray looked her over again. It made sense–her legs were long, her proportions graceful and well–balanced.

“Let me take a look.”

Of course, Ray had no intention of just looking, but since he hadn’t taken off his clothes yet, Alina didn’t dare lose her temper.

They still needed his car keys.

“You undress and wait on the bed,” she said. “I’ll go wash up in the bathroom. Don’t want to make the place wet.”

She was stalling.

She had no intention of actually washing. It was just an excuse to get Ray to take off his clothes as soon as possible, so she could grab them and run.

Ray laughed aloud and leaned close to her ear. “You and your husband really planned this nicely. Get me to take off my clothes, then you grab them, take the car keys, and drive off… Heh. Do you really think I’m an idiot?”

Alina shuddered, fear flashing clearly in her eyes.

“No, I don’t want to make the deal anymore,” she said hurriedly, shaking her head.

Ray chuckled. “You’ve already eaten my food and drunk my beer, and now you’re telling me you don’t want to trade? Then give everything back.”

“Please,” Alina begged. “Just think of it as a debt. I’ll repay you later–later!”

“No.” Ray shook his head. “Small business. No credit.”

How convenient–eat your fill, wipe your mouth, and then say you’re done?

He had principles. He did business, never forced anyone. But once a deal was made, you didn’t get to take his things and walk away for free.

That was never going to happen.

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Chapter 228

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Ray opened the bedroom door.

Shane fell flat onto the floor.

The man had been indulging in filthy fantasies outside the door, and the fall finally snapped him back to reality. For a split second, he looked dazed—then rage erupted in his eyes. He lunged for Ray’s neck, screaming, “Hand over the car keys, or I’ll

kill you!”

Ray responded with a light kick.

Shane went flying like a rolling gourd, clutching his abdomen and curling up like a cooked shrimp on the floor.

It hurt.

And Ray had held back. Otherwise, that kick would’ve ruptured his organs.

Why not just kill him? After all the times Shane had led his lackeys to corner him back then, how could Ray let him die so easily?

Sometimes, Ray could be incredibly petty. Why had he gone out of his way to drive the car over and haul in the hot pot stove in the first place? Wasn’t it to conceal his secret? So Shane and his wife would only know that he possessed terrifying physical strength–not that he had spatial abilities.

Why was that important?

As a precaution. If, by some slim chance, another ability user came here and happened to meet this couple–and then happened to ask about Ray–at most, they’d conclude he was a strength–type ability user.

In a fight against Ray, would such a misjudgment be fatal? Absolutely.

Once his spatial portal opened, steel rebar, stones, bullets–even rockets–could pour out in a torrent. A head–on clash–who could block that? Who could dodge it?

With the current level of ability users, probably no one else.

That was why Ray deliberately kept Shane alive. One reason was humiliation. Another was to leave bait behind.

The odds of anyone biting were slim, but it cost Ray nothing.

But, of course, if he did this too often, the chances of being noticed by other ability users would rise. And if those people harbored ill intent toward him…

Heh. That would be them walking straight into their own graves.

Sigh. He’d once been such a simple person. Now the apocalypse had forced him to use his brain–schemes, traps—not just plotting against others, but guarding against being plotted against himself.

Thinking like this took a lot of mental energy.

“Bastard! You bastard!” Shane howled in pain, still cursing Ray through clenched teeth.

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