My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 24

Ray spent the whole day storing food and receiving deliveries before finally heading back to Mallory Avenue. Just the day before, Noel had shown him the renovation plans. The title deed was already in his hands, and construction had begun. Ray had even wired another two million to Noel that morning, urging him to start buying materials immediately.

He returned to his rental unit–Apartment 1502–which meant taking the elevator. Coincidentally, it was waiting on the first floor.

He stepped inside. As the doors were about to close, a woman hurried over, repeatedly pressing the up button. The doors slid open again.

A stylish woman stepped in. Her perfume smelled delicate and expensive, the kind that lingered softly in the air without suffocating it. Her beauty was striking, radiant in a way that seemed to brighten the cramped elevator. Her height–around five foot six–gave her an elegant presence, though Ray still stood half a head taller. She pressed seventeen. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of the elevator and the whisper of her perfume.

Ray stood behind her, quietly taking in the elegant curves of her figure. In the past, he would have looked away out of propriety, but something in him had shifted–his personality had done a complete one–eighty. Now, he simply appreciated what was before him, nothing more.

Through the mirrored elevator wall, the woman studied him in return. Then, turning abruptly, she asked, “Wait— are you 50–Mil–Ray?”

50–Mil–Ray?

He blinked, surprised. That nickname spread fast.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m Ray.”

The woman covered her mouth as she laughed–a soft, lilting sound that made her figure tremble, rippling like water. Clearing her throat, she said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Honey Machken.”

The ride was short. By the time she finished speaking, the elevator chimed at the fifteenth floor. Ray nodded politely and stepped out.

He forgot the encounter almost immediately. Walking along the sky bridge to his unit, he unlocked

door,

dropped onto the couch, and reached for the remote–then remembered the food delivery he’d ordered on his way

home.

It should’ve arrived by now.

He opened the app. The status read Delivered.

But when he checked the hallway, he found nothing.

He called the delivery driver, who confirmed it had been dropped off and even sent a photo.

So where had it gone?

Stolen?

Possibly.

Chapter 24

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He’d seen stories online about people stealing takeout but never imagined it would happen to him.

He sighed, thinking, ‘Even if I get it back, I wouldn’t dare eat it.‘

Still, there was no way he’d just let it go.

He placed another order and headed to the property office to report what happened. The staff agreed to check the surveillance footage.

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