The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 93

Chloe had stayed up late packing, yet she woke up incredibly early.

She waited from seven in the morning until nine.

Preston hadn't returned, nor had he replied to her messages.

She called him several times to no avail, eventually dialing Ken instead.

"Mrs. Hayes." Ken's voice came through the line, laced with unmistakable caution.

Chloe cut straight to the chase. "Is Preston there?"

"Mr. Hayes... he's in a meeting."

Ken could physically feel the lethal glare boring into the side of his head. His palms began to sweat against the phone. "The backlog of documents from the past few days is massive. Mr. Hayes won't have any free time for the next few days."

He swallowed hard. "Was there something you needed? Should I pass on a message?"

Chloe understood that Preston was busy, but she absolutely refused to drag this out any longer.

"No matter how busy he is, he still has time to eat and use the restroom, right?"

"...I, uh, suppose so?"

"Then tell him to find a minute to check his messages. I've sent him the divorce agreement. Tell him to fill out the property division section according to our prenup. If everything is fine, print it out and sign it."

Ken's eyes went wide. He didn't dare respond, much less turn his head to look at Preston's face.

A suffocating silence stretched over the line.

"I'm waiting," Chloe's voice chimed in before she abruptly hung up.

The massive executive office was instantly plunged into a deathly stillness.

The cold marble floors reflected the dark, imposing silhouette of the man seated on the sofa. The atmospheric pressure in the room plummeted to terrifying depths.

After what felt like an eternity, Preston finally spoke.

"Leave us, Ken."

"...Yes, sir."

Though his mind was reeling, Ken kept his face perfectly neutral. He didn't dare ask questions as he spun around to make a hasty exit.

Preston's mind unwillingly flashed back to Chloe's red, tear-filled eyes. A sudden, inexplicable surge of profound irritation gripped his chest.

...

Chloe stared at her chat screen. It had been displaying *"typing..."* for ages, but Preston hadn't actually sent a single word.

[Preston, if there is something you are dissatisfied with, tell me.]

She sent the text and waited. Still no reply.

Instead, a delivery arrived.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine pale roses were meticulously laid out. A specialist in a tailored black suit and white gloves bowed respectfully before opening a black velvet jewelry box.

A blinding cascade of light spilled into the room, the brilliance of the gems almost staggering.

A massive, deep violet gemstone rested in the center, encircled by flawless, precision-cut diamonds that caught the light from every conceivable angle. Just lying in its box, it radiated an aura of ungodly wealth.

"Mrs. Hayes, Mr. Hayes won this at auction for you. Please allow me to help you try it on."

Wendy's jaw practically hit the floor. "Oh my god! Look at those gems! How many millions is that worth?!"