All Chapters of From Mr. Nobody to Mr. Perfect!: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61
The days after the mayor’s banquet, life at the Quinn residence returned to normal that felt more unsettling than comfortable. Leon and Mia were living under the same roof, moving through their daily routines while conveniently circling around each other, yet something invisible had settled between them. It was not an argument, but it was quieter than that. A silence that spoke of misunderstandings and some things left unsaid.Mia started to speak much less at breakfast. She left earlier for work, and came back later than usual. Their conversations became efficient, limited to logistics. But there were no lingering glances, no casual warmth. She smiled when necessary at the family gatherings, but it never reached her eyes.In some way, Leon thought this was good... because this distance gave him some space to plan the perfect proposal.In fact, he welcomed it. He wanted the ring and the engagement to come without suspicion, without pressure.If Mia sensed anything unusual, the surpr
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The room seemed to shrink after she uttered those damn words.Leon stood where he was, the echo of divorce still ringing in his ears, refusing to settle into something real. He forced himself to breathe, to think clearly, even as his chest tightened.“Mia,” he said carefully, taking a step toward her. “Why?”She looked away at once, her jaw tightening as if she had anticipated the question and decided long ago not to answer it.“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she said flatly. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything is fine. I don’t want to keep acting like this marriage is something it isn’t.”“That’s not an answer,” Leon said quietly. “Tell me what happened. Tell me what I did.”She shook her head, a sharp, impatient motion. “It’s not about one thing. That’s the point. I’m tired of charades, Leon. I’m tired of dragging this out just because it’s… familiar.”Her words were clear, but something about her tone felt off. Too brittle. Too forced.Leon took another step closer.That
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Leon shut the door behind him and stood still for a moment, his chest rising sharply.Mia’s words were echoing in his ears like a chainsaw, cutting relentlessly relentlessly in the same place. Neither could he find a way to pull it out, nor to ignore the pain somehow. Mia didn't even cry or shout about this matter. Instead, she had said it calmly, as if she had rehearsed it a thousand times on her way home.And that sense of calm was snatching away his peace from his heart. He went straight to his room and locked the door. Somehow, the silence was much greater than even the loudest chaos he had encountered in his lifetime. Leon pulled out his phone and dialed a number from memory. The call connected almost instantly.“Boss? Is everything alright?” His assistant answered, alert as always.Leon did not waste any time before narrating the number that had just called Mia’s phone. Then, he added, “This person has been calling Mia repeatedly and bothering her. I want to know everything
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“He has a clean surface profile,” the assistant continued. “But underneath, it’s messy. Multiple relationships. Questionable business ties. Known for getting close to married women under the guise of ‘professional connections.’” Leon felt his chest tighten again. “Is he close to Mia?” Leon asked."Actually, sir...he isn't the kind of guy... I mean, he's a dog-"Leon’s fingers tightened around his phone.“Just get to the point,” he snapped. “What do you mean?”On the other end, his assistant inhaled quietly, as if choosing his words with care. “Boss… the number belongs to someone named Wayne Shephard.”Leon frowned. The name sounded unfamiliar, yet oddly sharp, like a blade hidden under silk. “Go on.”“He studied abroad for several years,” the assistant continued. “He returned to the country only a few days ago. According to our records, he has been trying to get in touch with Madam Quinn for some time now.”Leon’s jaw clenched. “Trying how?”“Indirectly at first,” the assistant repl
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Leon slowed his steps as he moved down the corridor.His mind was still tangled in numbers, names, and intentions. Wayne Shephard. The Quinn Group’s fragile finances. The delayed Golden Group payment. The shares the family no longer controlled. Each thought stacked on top of the other, forming a picture that made his chest feel tight.He barely noticed when he crossed past one of the guest bedrooms.Until voices drifted out.Leon stopped instinctively.The door was not fully closed. A thin line of warm light spilled into the hallway, and inside, an uncle’s familiar voice carried clearly through the gap.“I told you it was the right move,” the uncle said, sounding pleased. “We made a clean profit.”Leon’s brows knit together.His wife laughed softly. “Of course we did. Greybeak Company doesn’t invest unless there’s gold buried underneath.”Leon’s heart skipped.Greybeak.He leaned closer to the wall, careful not to make a sound.“Nobody even noticed,” the uncle continued smugly. “We so
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Leon stood where he was, the laughter still echoing against the walls.Someone chuckled again. “Look at him, acting like some tragic hero.”“Wife’s well-being?” another cousin scoffed. “Since when did he ever care about that?”Leon’s fingers curled slowly at his sides.The aunt stepped forward, her eyes sharp and assessing, as if she were finally saying things she had held back for years. “If you truly cared, you would have given her a proper life. Not this half-marriage where she carries everything on her own.”Her words struck cleanly.“You don’t support her career,” she continued. “You don’t help the family. You don’t even know what’s going on in the company. What exactly do you do?”Iris, the cousin of Mia who had collided with him laughed loudly. “He exists. That’s about it.”Another voice joined in, emboldened by the growing crowd. “Mia works herself to the bone, and you’re wandering around the house at night like a ghost.”Leon lifted his gaze slowly.His face was calm, but his
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Leon closed the bedroom door behind him with gentle care.The muffled sounds of the Quinn household faded instantly, but the tension did not. It clung to him like a second skin as he crossed the room and picked up his phone again. The bedside lamp cast a low amber glow, catching the sharp line of his jaw as he dialed.The call connected on the first ring.“Boss,” the assistant said immediately, voice alert. “I was about to—”“Listen carefully,” Leon cut in, his tone low but coiled tight. “I need everything. Full background on Wayne Shephard, his family, his capital flow, and his involvement with the Quinn Group. I also want a complete breakdown of Quinn Group’s share movements over the last six months. Every abnormal transaction.”“Yes, boss.”Leon paced the length of the room, fingers tightening around the phone. “And start arrangements for protection.”“Protection?” the assistant echoed.“For my wife,” Leon said without hesitation. “Discrete guards. No uniforms. No presence she can
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Morning arrived quietly at the Quinn residence, but the stillness felt deceptive.Leon woke before dawn, not because he was rested, but because his mind refused to slow. He lay still for several seconds, listening to Mia’s breathing beside him. It was steady now, deeper than it had been the night before. The alcohol had finally worn her down into a heavy sleep.He turned his head slightly and studied her face.In sleep, she looked younger. Softer. The tightness between her brows had eased, but faint shadows still clung beneath her eyes. Leon reached out instinctively, then stopped himself halfway. His hand hovered in the air before retreating.He had learned that even care could be unwelcome now.Carefully, he slipped out of bed and dressed in silence. He paused by the door, glancing back once more, then left the room.Downstairs, the house was already stirring. The clink of dishes echoed faintly from the kitchen. Leon poured himself a glass of water but didn’t drink it. His phone vib
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The night deepened quietly around the Quinn residence, but sleep was far from Leon's eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the bed… not knowing how long it had been since Mia had turned her back to him, her breathing shallow and uneven. She was pretending to sleep, and he was pretending not to notice. The space between them felt wider than the grand canyon itself. Leon rose silently and stepped into the study, closing the door behind him. But the moment it clicked shut, his composure fractured. He loosened his collar, dragged a hand through his hair, and leaned both palms against the desk.Tomorrow! He had said it so calmly, decisively. But tomorrow carried consequences.His phone vibrated again.[Boss, Wayne has scheduled a private dinner with Mr. Quinn’s second brother tomorrow evening. Location secured. Off-record.]Leon stared at the message for several seconds.So they were accelerating.[Send me the guest list and recording access. I want everything documented.][Already arrange
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Leon was standing by the window of the bedroom, watching the pale light creep across the city skyline while the house remained still. The curtains fluttered slightly with the morning breeze, brushing against his arm, but he barely felt it. His attention was fixed on the familiar rhythm taking place below.Mia emerged from the house a few minutes later.She was dressed neatly, as always, but the sharpness she once carried had dulled. Her shoulders were tense, her steps brisk but heavy, as if every movement cost her more effort than she was willing to admit. She did not look back toward the house. She did not hesitate.Leon watched her unlock the car, pause for a fraction of a second as though steadying herself, then drive away.The sound of the engine faded into the distance.Only then did Leon exhale.The silence that followed was thick, oppressive. It had crept into their marriage slowly, unnoticed at first, until it filled every space between them. He had believed that silence could