The CEO Who Swore Off Marriage… Until Her novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 

alghed agantly through the phone “Enrica, who do you think you are? You thought it you didn’t help me, I’d be out of options? Let me something—so le ng as i have money, there are plenty of people lining up to do ine favors. Got it? I only came to you because I was being generous. 

udve already thrown that chance away, there’s nothing left to talk about.” 

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Enrica stood on the side of the street in a daze. She felt lost. Miguel was already out, and now she had no bargaining chip left with jilliana. 

Lather? How could she convince the Zucker family to leave him alone? 

ness had started because she had refused to help them and sent Miguel to prison. But what if she could now convince him to show mercy? 

small sparket hope flickered in her chest. After hesitating, she found Miguel’s number and hit call. 

on the den et their divorce, she had swom she’d never dial this number again. And yet, here she was, staring at that all–too–familiar string of digits with a bitter 

fogging at her lips. 

s truly weak and pathetic. She had no money, no power, no influence. She was just an ordinary person, less than a speck compared to the Zucker family. 

She had dreamed of haring the kind of power that could crush them in return, but she couldn’t do it. 

All she could do was give into the Zucker family again and again. 

Encica swallowed the lump in her that, giving herself silent pep talks as the call connected. But when she heard Miguel’s emotionless “Hello” on the other end, her composure nearly crumbled. 

Still, she reminded herself why she made this call. 

Just a month ago, this man was her husband. She could have made any request and had every right to do so, but now, they were strangers. This call had only one 

took a deep breath. “Miguel, it’s me.” 

On the other end, Miguel was at a party Sheila had thrown for his release. She’d organized it to ward off the bad prison vibes. A party was what Miguel needed to lift 

Normally, Miguel would’ve rolled his eyes at something like this. But Sheila meant well, and he was willing to indulge hec 

sherad gone all out, boolding the biggest VIP mom in the city’s most luxurious lounge and inviting all his old friends. The moon was buzzing with noise, so he had to raise his vote. “Ilawow. What do you want?”