The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 97

After being kicked out of Sherwood Manor, Irma clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms, her eyes swirling with undissolved resentment.

"A bunch of heartless people! None of them are any good!" she gritted her teeth, her voice full of bitterness.

Aria patted her back gently to comfort her. "Mom, what do we do now? If we really can't hold on, maybe we should file for bankruptcy?"

"File for bankruptcy?"

Irma looked up sharply, her brows twisted into a knot, her tone mocking. "And what will the two of us live on? Air?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a ruthless determination ignited in her eyes. "How am I any less capable than Sabrina Lockhart? I will save The Lynwood Group!"

Aria looked at her mother's determined face and nodded immediately. "Mom, no matter what you do, I'm with you!"

Irma fell silent for a moment, her fingers rubbing repeatedly against her phone screen. Suddenly, her gaze darkened. "If this road is blocked, we'll take another one."

She quickly dialed a number saved under a vague name, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Tonight. You can proceed."

The voice on the other end sounded hesitant. "Ms. Irma, this is illegal. If this blows up, it means prison time! You need to add more money. For this kind of risk, the current payment isn't enough."

"Raising the price at the last minute? You certainly know how to exploit a situation!" Irma's voice turned cold instantly.

"It's illegal work; understand the consequences!" the other party snapped back. "If you think it's expensive, find someone else. I'm not exactly eager to take this risk."

Irma's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. "Add it! I'll pay! But I must see what I want by tomorrow."

He scanned the documents rapidly. Suddenly, a very faint, chilling smile curled on his lips.

"First, let it see a glimmer of hope. Then, yank it down from the height and let it shatter into pieces—tell me, is that kind of despair more torturous than never seeing the light at all?"

Shane looked up, meeting the flash of ruthlessness in Kingsley's eyes, and nodded quickly. "Yes. Compared to absolute hopelessness, the crash of 'shattered hope' is indeed more tormenting."

Kingsley tossed the tablet onto the desk, looked at Shane, and spoke with undeniable certainty. "Now, do you know what to do?"

"Yes," Shane nodded immediately. "I'll arrange it right away. I guarantee it will be done according to your wishes."

The office door closed gently, returning the room to silence. Kingsley picked up the coffee in front of him, which had long gone lukewarm, and took a sip, his eyes remaining cold and heavy.