The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 309

It had only been a day, but Julian looked as if he had aged ten years. A man who was usually so meticulous about his appearance hadn't even bothered to shave. His clothes were rumpled, his tie was askew, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

"You seem to have forgotten, Mr. Nicholson, that this construction site is a joint project between you and CEO Prescott," Winona explained coolly.

"What does that have to do with you?"

"He's not married, and I'm not married. We're in a close relationship. He gave me permission to be here, Mr. Nicholson," Winona replied with a faint smile.

Julian looked up, his deep eyes studying the woman before him.

In just one day, she seemed to have been blessed by the heavens, radiating a newfound confidence, serenity, and resolve.

No, she had always been like this.

In their six years of marriage, she had always been emotionally stable, her gaze always calm and determined.

He had just never noticed it before.

Now, looking at that calm, detached expression, he felt a strange desire to understand her, a desire that was quickly consumed by resentment.

Six years. And her savings had amounted to eighteen million dollars.

She had been working all along, and she had hidden it from him.

The Quigley family might not be one of Greenwood City's elite, but in the field of interior decoration, they had been at the top of their game for nearly two decades. Her relationship with their son, Wesley Quigley, was clearly more than casual, yet she had kept it completely secret from him.

During the trial, he hadn't had time to process it all. But afterward, he had thought long and hard. He couldn't believe how deep her secrets ran.

And she had killed two birds with one stone.

Using the media and public opinion, she had, in the very same public space where she had been humiliated, dragged Felicity into a bottomless pit of despair.

In front of everyone, Felicity had been covered in filth. It was even on her mouth. For a woman, that was a fate as devastating as being gang-raped. Felicity might never recover from it.

Winona's revenge had been brutally effective.

He hadn't slept at all last night.

But Tiana was also upset, crying for her mother at home. Julian had held her all night, unable to sleep.

As a result, he had missed three calls from Felicity's parents and hadn't gone to see her. He had promised them he would go first thing in the morning.

But at five a.m., the engineering technician at the construction site called to tell him there was a problem with the project.

So he hadn't been able to see Felicity. He had come straight here instead.

And the first person he saw was Winona.

After the divorce, she didn't look like a victim. She was composed and steady.

He, on the other hand, had just lost his fortune yesterday, and today his project was in trouble. Misfortune truly did come in waves.

"You're ruthless. And you're not honest either," the man's voice was low and desolate.

"The mouth is on your face, Mr. Nicholson. You can say whatever you want. I don't have the energy to argue with you, so I won't," Winona said in a cool, detached tone.