Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 198

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**Pushing the Edge 198**

Cautiously regarding Gavin, Victoria found herself in a precarious position. Deep down, she didn’t want our relationship to crumble entirely. “We’ve been family for three years,” she reminded me, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and reluctance. “If you ever need anything in the future, don’t hesitate to call me.”

I offered her a polite smile, though it felt somewhat hollow. “Sure,” I replied, not wanting to delve into a debate. My focus for the day was singular: to secure that divorce certificate.

Moments later, the butler appeared, gliding down the staircase with an air of formality, and placed a maroon divorce certificate into my palm. The weight of it felt both heavy and liberating.

I unfolded the document, quickly scanning it to ensure everything was in order. Once I confirmed its accuracy, I casually tucked it into my bag, feeling a sense of closure wash over me. “I’ll be going then. I won’t disturb you any further,” I stated, my tone light yet resolute.

As I stepped outside the Grayson estate, an undeniable wave of relief enveloped me. This tangled marriage was finally, officially over. The chapter was closed, and I was free.

Just as I approached my car, I noticed Max barreling toward me like an exuberant little pumpkin, his energy infectious as he dashed toward a vehicle parked in the driveway.

“Mommy!” Amelia emerged from the car, bending down to embrace him. “Did you miss me?”

Max nodded enthusiastically, his face lighting up with joy. “Yeah!”

At first glance, it was a heartwarming scene, a perfect tableau of a mother and son reunited. But I coolly averted my gaze, reminding myself that I had no interest in lingering on such moments. I was about to slip into my car when Amelia, carrying Max, approached me. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me with a hint of suspicion, finally landing on the maroon corner of the booklet peeking from my bag.

“What’s that?” she inquired directly, her posture exuding a confidence that suggested she was the future lady of the manor.

I took a breath, tucking the divorce certificate deeper into my bag, and replied casually, “A permit for garbage disposal.”

Amelia, clearly unsure of my answer, shifted the conversation. “When will the trial results for that drug you mentioned in the meeting yesterday be ready?”

“Why?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “Planning your heist already, Amelia? You really never change.”

She had always had a penchant for acquiring things that didn’t belong to her, and now it seemed my research had caught her eye.

Momentarily taken aback, Amelia quickly retorted, her voice laced with indignation, “Who said I was going to steal your work?”

“Then figure it out yourself,” I said, my tone firm. “Don’t expect a free ride.”

With that, I climbed into my car, started the engine, and drove away without looking back, the tension of the past lingering in the air like a fading echo.

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**Third-person POV**

As Elara’s car vanished from sight, Amelia stomped her foot in frustration, irritation bubbling beneath her composed surface. If she could manage the R&D herself, she wouldn’t need Elara at all.

Carrying Max inside, her voice strained with tension, she asked, “Did that woman take anything from Grandma?”

The item she had seen earlier had looked suspicious—too much like a property deed. There was no way she would allow Victoria to transfer any family assets to that woman. Everything in the Grayson family belonged to Max, and she would fight tooth and nail to protect that.