Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 54

On the first day Priscilla arrived in Radren, she went straight to her old workplace – Starlight Law

Firm.

When she pushed open the law firm’s door, all eyes were on her. Familiar faces showed shocked expressions, and someone even accidentally knocked over a coffee cup.

“Prissie?!” Gaven practically ran over, his voice trembling, “You’re really back?!”

“That day after we hung up the phone, you disappeared. I really thought I was dreaming!”

Priscilla gave a slight smile, her gaze calm yet sharp, “It’s been quiet for three years, it’s time for me to come back.”

She didn’t give herself any buffer time and took on a tricky international business dispute on the same day.

A domestic tech company was maliciously acquired by overseas capital, involving a battle for assets worth billions.

The other party hired a top international legal team, no one in the country dared to take it, but she signed the agency agreement without hesitation.

“Three days later was the court date,” she closed the file, sounding calm but firm, “It’s enough

for me.”

On the day of the trial, the opposing lawyers were full of confidence, believing that this “missing for three years” lawyer was no longer living up to his name.

However, when Priscilla spoke, the whole courtroom fell silent.

She was logical and had a perfect chain of evidence, she even predicted all the opponent’s arguments in advance. Whenever the opponent tried to refute, she could accurately pinpoint the loopholes and deliver a fatal blow.

“According to Article 37 of the International Business Law, the contract provided by your side contains obvious fraudulent terms, and your agent deliberately concealed key information when signing,” her voice was not loud, but every word was sharp, “This is no longer just a business dispute, but a case of financial fraud.”

The other lawyer’s face changed suddenly, and the judge’s eyes also became serious.

In the end, Priscilla won.

On the first day back, she shut down all doubts and rumors with her unquestionable professionalism.

When she stepped out of the courtroom, the media swarmed in. Amid the flashing lights, she stood on the courthouse steps, facing the cameras, with a calm expression and firm words, leaving only one sentence.

“Yes, Prissie is back, and this time, I won’t back down.”

On the other side, Ushurg.

The next day, Angelo came back home and habitually shouted, “Priscilla?”

No one answered.

“Why haven’t you come back yet?”

He frowned, looking annoyed. Walking to the entrance, he suddenly noticed a dark red document lying in the open drawer.

He picked it up casually, flipped it open―

Divorce certificate.

His pupils suddenly shrank, his fingers tightened involuntarily, and the paper was crumpled.

“When…”

He immediately took out his phone, dialed Priscilla’s number, but only heard a cold busy tone.

“The user you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…”

Called again, but still got the same cold robotic voice.

He went through his contacts, trying to reach out to Priscilla’s friends, but he couldn’t find not only her friends‘ numbers, he didn’t even have her number saved.

Opened WeChat.

“Where are you?”

A bright red exclamation mark caught my eye.

He suddenly realized that in the past three years, he had never taken the initiative to contact her. All the conversations were initiated by Priscilla, or he would just send a short message.

And now, she has completely disappeared.

He had no way to contact Priscilla.

Just when Angelo’s mind was in a mess, Miley called.

“Angelo, I heard… you got divorced with Ms. Shepard?” Her voice was still gentle, but with a hint of probing.

Angelo was silent for a moment before quietly saying “Hmm.”

Miley seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and her tone couldn’t help but become cheerful: “Actually… after I returned to my country, I have always wanted to tell you that, in fact, all these years, I have never forgotten about you.”

She paused, her voice tinged with shyness, “If you’re willing, we can start over…”

Angelo was stunned.

He used to think that the one thing he wanted to hear most in his life was this sentence from

Miley.

But at the moment, he still had the divorce certificate by his side, and the house in front of him

was pitch black.

Miley’s voice was still chattering in his ear, but right now, all he could think about was Priscilla’s figure in his mind.

She was wearing a warm–colored apron, cooking soup for him in the kitchen; she was tidying up files for herself in the study; she was nagging herself to add more clothes…

Eyelashes fluttered, memories scattered.

“Angelo? Are you still there?”

“Miley, sorry, I, I just… can’t talk about this right now,” he finally replied.

That night, Angelo was sitting in the study, looking at the latest updates from the Bar Association

on his computer screen.

Angelo’s eyes were staring blankly, looking into space, not knowing what he was thinking.

His hand held the mouse, and it didn’t move for a long time.

Suddenly, a news alert popped up –

“Shocking! The ‘Queen of Law‘ Prissie, who disappeared for three years, made a high–profile comeback and crushed the international lawyers in her first battle!”

He clicked on the news and saw a photo of a courtroom.

Angelo’s breath suddenly stopped.

That face…

It was Priscilla.

His fingers uncontrollably zoomed in on the photo, staring fixedly at that familiar yet unfamiliar

face.

“What’s going on…Prissie…is it Priscilla?”

“Wasn’t she just a housewife?”

His mind went blank with shock, and he kept muttering “impossible” in his mouth.

Angelo’s fingers hovered in front of the screen, the woman in the photo had sharp eyes like knives, gradually merging with the image of her bowing her head to cook soup in his memory.

He suddenly remembered a late night when Priscilla was curled up on the sofa flipping through a

book “International Business Law“, memories slowly coming back, that book’s corners and the

spring light were just like Prissie…

He thought it was just a book she borrowed, or maybe something she wrote casually.

Angelo never thought about Priscilla being Prissie.

But…

Priscilla once analyzed Miley’s divorce case in front of him, she was really on point, talking about past cases and related legal terms inside and out.

He once saw her flipping through stacks of thick law books, with “Prissie” marked in the corner of

each one.

She even mentioned “the international divorce case five years ago” in front of him, but he never

delved into it.

She was always in front of him, but he never really saw her.

He never really saw his significant other.

After a moment of daze, Angelo suddenly stood up, grabbed the car keys, and rushed out.

He had to find her, had to find her and ask her!

Just as he stepped out the door, his phone rang – it was the partner from the law firm.

“Angelo! Did you see the news? Prissie is back! She’s actually Priscilla! Oh my god, we even asked you to contact her for help before…”

Angelo’s fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

“I know,” he said hoarsely, “I’ll go find her now.”

The person on the phone froze: “Where are you going to find her? Isn’t she already…”

“Radren.”

He hung up the phone, stepped on the gas, and the car shot out like an arrow.