Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 127

The exit on the second floor was locked tight. Taylor shoved at it a few times, but it didn’t budge. Frustrated, he let out a curse and kicked the door hard. When it didn’t move, he just gave up trying. He didn’t bother going up to the third floor, either. Instead, he leaned over the stair railing, peering down to see what was below.

Wiona and Conrad pressed themselves flat against the wall, holding their breath. Luckily, their footsteps had been almost silent. Taylor still had no clue he was being followed.

His phone rang again. Taylor answered, voice low and cold. “Someone’s digging into what happened back then? Who is it? Have you figured it out yet?”

Wiona couldn’t hear the reply, but Taylor’s temper boiled over. “What do I even pay you for? You can’t handle something this simple, and if my reputation goes down with me, what do you think will happen to you? Yeah, fine, I rigged that competition a little. So what? Is W really as innocent as everyone thinks?”

He started pacing, breathing hard, nerves clearly shot. Wiona’s eyes widened. She glanced at Conrad, shock written all over her face. So this was the truth he wanted her to witness? Had she actually been set up back then?

Taylor’s voice dropped, shaky but determined. “Look, you cannot let anyone find out that painting was actually my mentor’s. The competition wasn’t fair, but as long as we won, it didn’t matter. Don’t act like I bullied her. No one even knows what W looks like. For all we know, she might not paint those pieces. You think all the award-winning work that beat us really came from her? And Bronwen? Don’t tell me she’s spotless either.”

Wiona tensed, ready to charge forward, but Conrad caught her wrist and held her back.

“Wait,” he whispered. “It’s not over yet.”

Right then, the heavy door that had been locked suddenly flew open with a loud crash.

A few people walked in. Wiona craned her neck, desperate to see, but then a voice rang out. It was so familiar it made her heart ache.

“I have always been honest and upright. Me and my students, we have nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. Taylor, you’re a liar, a cheat. You stole your mentor’s work and pretended it was yours, just to beat my young student. What do you call that? That’s not victory, that’s cowardice. Because of your schemes, a genius artist was crushed and disappeared from the scene. Does that not bother you at all?

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