The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 99

Early the next morning.

Irma had just gotten out of bed and was still in her pajamas when the police arrived and took her away.

It turned out someone had confessed that she instigated and solicited grave robbery, and the police required her cooperation in the investigation.

After Irma was taken away, the maid was so frightened she rushed upstairs to wake Aria, who was still sleeping.

When Aria heard the news, she panicked instantly. She stood frozen for a long while before hurriedly calling the company's legal department.

Around ten in the morning, due to the charge being attempted solicitation of grave robbery, Irma was finally released from the police station after paying a fine and bail.

The moment she stepped out the main gate, her face was terrifyingly grim. Her cheeks were tight and iron-gray—she had never expected that her meticulous calculations would end with her shooting herself in the foot.

She had just gotten into the car when her phone vibrated suddenly.

She answered the call, and Lucy's cool, mocking voice came through instantly. "Irma, do you like the 'gift' I sent you?"

Hearing that voice, Irma exploded with rage. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "Bitch, just you wait! I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

Lucy laughed coldly on the other end. "I'm waiting. I'm just afraid you won't live long enough. Oh, by the way! There's another big gift coming for you later!"

With that, without waiting for Irma's response, she hung up directly.

Irma's hand holding the phone trembled with rage. She slammed the phone violently onto the seat, resentment burning in her heart like a raging fire.

Sherwood Group.

Kingsley had just finished a meeting. His tall figure strode out of the conference room, still carrying the chilly aura of business negotiation.

Shane followed closely, matching his pace, and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Sherwood, Irma has been charged with attempted solicitation. The lawyers handled the bail procedures; she just got out."

Kingsley walked with steady, composed strides, his hands casually in his suit pockets. Hearing this, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint, cold smile. His tone dripped with undisguised contempt.

"Just a dying ant; she can't make any waves. Besides, she's fighting a wolf—she's overestimating herself."

"Okay."

Shane responded, picked up the file, backed out of the office lightly, and closed the door.

Jane called Lucy the moment she heard the rumors.

At this moment, inside Lucy's manor, she was watching Seven chasing butterflies on the lawn, her eyes full of tenderness.

The nanny walked over softly and handed the vibrating phone to her. She glanced at the caller ID and swiped the screen to answer.

"What exactly is going on?" Jane's voice came through immediately, filled with angry concern. "Irma dared to touch your mother's grave? Is she even human?"

"It's fine. I've already taught her a lesson," Lucy said.

Her gaze remained on Seven, her tone calm, but the warmth in her eyes instantly froze over. "As for the debt, I will collect it all back, bit by bit."

Hearing this, Jane sighed in relief, though her tone remained worried. "Don't carry it all alone. If you need my help, just ask."