The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 100

"Don't worry, I can handle this matter," Lucy said softly, her voice carrying an unprecedented determination—she was no longer the Lucy who would only endure in silence. Now, if anyone dared to provoke her, she would make them pay a hundred, a thousand times over.

"If I really need to trouble you, I won't be polite about it."

On the other end of the line, Jane sat in her office chair, idly spinning a pen. Hearing Lucy say this, she finally relaxed completely. "Alright then. Take care of yourself and watch over Seven. I'm off next week; I'll come to see you guys."

"Okay."

Lucy responded, a gentle smile returning to her lips, the coldness in her eyes dissipating slightly.

A few days later, late at night, a torrential rainstorm poured down.

Irma had just finished a social engagement and was sitting in her car. The effects of the alcohol hadn't fully worn off as the car drove slowly toward her home.

The rain was too heavy. The wipers were swinging frantically but could barely clear the view. Visibility was terrible.

Suddenly, a car from the opposite lane smashed into hers. The two vehicles collided violently, and the massive impact caused Irma to lose consciousness instantly.

It wasn't until some time later that a passerby pulled her out of the deformed car and rushed her to the hospital.

After a series of examinations, the doctor diagnosed her with only a mild concussion and a few superficial wounds. The most serious injury was a fracture in her right lower leg—a stroke of luck in misfortune.

Early the next morning, two police officers came to the ward to take a statement.

The moment Irma saw the police, she lost control of her emotions, screaming and pointing at the door. "This wasn't an accident! It was attempted murder! That bitch Lucy did this, I know it!"

As she spoke, ignoring the pain in her leg, she violently grabbed the female officer's arm. Her knuckles turned white from the force, her eyes bloodshot with rage.

"Ms. Irma, calm down," the policewoman soothed patiently, trying to pry her hand away. "Whether it was an accident or intentional, we will investigate according to the law. But you are too agitated right now; we can't take a proper statement."

"Mr. Sherwood, Irma got into a car accident last night."

Kingsley picked up the tablet, glanced at it a few times, then casually pulled out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth. A meaningful smile curled his lips. "It seems the wolf has bared its fangs again."

"Based on the current situation, Irma is being completely outplayed. She doesn't even have room to strike back," Shane added from the side.

"Monitor the progress of the police investigation. Ensure there are no unnecessary complications to follow," Kingsley put down the tissue, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable command.

"Yes, I'll arrange it immediately." Shane nodded.

"It's getting more and more interesting." Kingsley picked up his coffee and took a light sip, a flash of amusement in his eyes.

Shane stood aside, secretly thinking: "Now, Ms. Lynwood is nothing like her old, docile self. She's like a 'She-Devil' holding all the cards, every move carrying a ruthless edge."