All Chapters of The Dumped Husband Gets A Debt System: Chapter 121
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142 chapters
Hundred and Twenty One
"I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would take care of absolute everything, Dad!" Lucas Scott grinned triumphantly as he stared intently at the glowing entertainment news headlines broadcast on the massive flat-screen television that took up an entire wall.The bold, dramatic letters proclaimed the sudden, devastating shutdown of Director Alan Chen's high-budget film set, and Lucas felt a massive, intoxicating surge of long-awaited vindication wash through his veins."Reed Hawke was a delusional fool to ever think that he could cross paths with the Scott family and walk away unscathed," Lucas continued gloating into his cell phone, his voice practically dripping with a heavy, unadulterated contempt. "He actually believed he could just waltz into our city and aggressively take what wasn't rightfully his. He thought he could publicly humiliate us at high-society events and simply walk away untouched! But he was wrong, Dad. He was so tragically, utterly wrong."After sharing a br
Hundred and Twenty Two
"Good evening, Mr. Chen," Reed greeted as he pushed away from the side of the sleek black car he had been quietly leaning against.His baritone voice was remarkably calm, measured, and smooth, but there was an unmistakable, razor-sharp edge of heightened alertness humming beneath the surface. Over the past several weeks of relentless high-stakes maneuvering, Reed had learned to read the subtle shifts in his environment with lethal precision, and right now, the atmospheric pressure in the air felt entirely off."Mr. Hawke," the older director greeted back, letting out a long, heavy, and tired sigh.Alan Chen looked profoundly exhausted. Deep, dark shadows sat under his eyes, and the stressed lines etched across his face were noticeably deeper than they had been just a few short days ago. The relentless, crushing pressure of this sabotaged production was taking a visible toll on his aging body.They were currently standing in the dimly lit, desolate rear parking lot of a sprawling comm
Hundred and Twenty Three
Lara jumped smoothly down from the bed of the rusted, high-clearance flatbed truck she had hired to navigate the dense jungle paths surrounding the foot of the mountain. Behind her, the beat-up transport vehicle rattled, groaned, and sputtered violently, its ancient diesel engine coughing out thick plumes of black exhaust as the driver eagerly slammed the gear into reverse and pulled away down the dirt track. The local driver had been visibly terrified throughout the final three miles of the journey, itching to abandon the desolate, rumored area as quickly as humanly possible. Lara adjusted the strap of her tactical duffel bag across her broad shoulder and slowly turned to survey her surroundings. Her dark eyes narrowed into cold, sharp slits. The environment before her looked beyond shabby, it was a picture of complete, tragic neglect. The low-slung, makeshift structures dotting the clearing were weather-beaten and rotting. Their faded paint was peeling off in large strips, exposin
Hundred and Twenty Four
"What do you want?" Reed asked in a smooth, remarkably calm voice as he fully squared his broad shoulders against the line of masked men.His baritone voice was steady, perfectly controlled, betraying not even a fraction of the cold, calculated adrenaline currently surging through his veins.One of the men near the center of the arc, a broad-shouldered brute holding a heavy, reinforced iron pipe who was clearly acting as the group's shot-caller let out a harsh, booming laugh. The sound bounced off the hollow concrete walls of the surrounding buildings, cold and utterly devoid of humor."Not a whole lot, Reed Hawke," the leader sneered from behind his thick cloth mask, his dark eyes gleaming with clear malice under the yellow streetlight. "Just your head on a platter. That’s literally all we came here to collect tonight. Nothing personal against you, chief. Just high-paying business."Beside him, Miyu let out a sharp, horrified gasp, her slender hand instantly flying up to cover her m
Hundred and Twenty Five
Miyu came sprinting out of the shadows with terrifying momentum, her wooden bat raised high over her shoulder. Her target was a massive, scarred brute who had silently flanked Reed from behind, a heavy iron pipe held aloft and primed to shatter Reed's unsuspecting skull. The brute’s eyes gleamed with cold, violent intent, taking full advantage of the chaos while Reed was heavily occupied parrying a two-pronged frontal assault.Because Reed was fully engaged in a brutal exchange with two knife-wielding attackers to his front and left, he was physically unable to track the view behind him. His combat focus was honed entirely on the blade strikes before him, his movements fluid, precise, and razor-sharp but still not enough.All he heard was the sickening, splintering crunch of dense wood slamming into solid bone.The sound was wet, heavy, and absolute. The brute didn't even have time to utter a grunt before his knees buckled and he slammed face-first onto the hard asphalt, out cold.Re
Hundred and Twenty Six
Only at that precise point that Miyu screamed did Reed fully realize he had been injured. He ignored the system’s interface.The tremendous surge of adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins throughout the frantic, high-stakes combat had completely masked the physical trauma. But now that the immediate lethal danger had passed, the deep gash tearing across his left forearm began to throb with a dull, heavy, and insistent ache. He looked down through the dim lighting of the plaza and saw blood continuously seeping through his torn suit sleeve, dark, thick, and steadily spreading down his cuff.He felt his posture sag, a sudden wave of physical weakness washing through his legs as his body began the rapid cooldown from the System's intensive combat protocols.Miyu immediately reacted, reaching out to catch his good arm with a firm, unyielding grip. Her hands trembled slightly against his suit jacket, her face pale with overwhelming worry."Mr. Chen, help me!" she called out ur
Hundred and Twenty Seven
"Mr. Hawke, I would like you to personally take on the role of the male lead for this movie."Reed raised a sharp eyebrow at Alan Chen's sudden, outrageous proposal, his porcelain coffee cup pausing midway to his lips.The soft morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished white marble floor. Reed had fully expected the veteran director to drop by this morning to discuss emergency production schedules, budget reallocation, or perhaps present a shortlist of obscure, non-union indie actors who might be willing to brave the Scott family’s relentless industry blacklists. He had certainly not expected Alan to sit on his leather sofa and pitch him as the savior of the feature film."That is an exceptionally strange request, Mr. Chen," Reed answered smoothly, setting down his cup onto the glass coffee table with a soft, precise click. "Why on earth would you ask that of me? You know as well as anyone th
Hundred and Twenty Eight
"What do you mean he got away?!" Cole Scott bellowed at the top of his lungs, his thunderous voice reverberating off the soundproofed walls of his high-rise executive suite.His face was flushed a dangerous, mottled crimson, and thick, angry veins writhed across his forehead like agitated serpents. He had been so utterly certain that this brutal tactic would finally resolve his problems. He had been so sure that Reed Hawke would be permanently scrubbed from the board before sunrise, leaving Alan Chen's film crippled and the boy's financial ventures ripe for a forced corporate buyout."How many operatives did you send into that lot?!" Cole demanded, slamming his fist onto the heavy mahogany desk, his voice rising in pitch with every word."Nine, sir," Cole's head of private security, Mathew, answered calmly.Mathew stood at rigid attention across the desk. His voice was steady, but a subtle note of unease hummed beneath his formal posture. He had delivered disappointing field reports
Hundred and Twenty Nine
"How lovely to see you, Selene!" Aria, a rising television actress, greeted warmly as she stepped forward and playfully air-kissed Selene on both cheeks.The gesture was smooth, practiced, and thoroughly elegant, the exact kind of high-society greeting that was far more about public performance than any genuine human affection. Aria’s lips barely grazed Selene's polished skin before she pulled back, her wide smile radiantly bright while her sharp, dark eyes remained laser-focused, thoroughly assessing every square inch of Selene's outfit and posture.She drew back a few inches and surveyed Selene with an envious, glittering smile. "You look absolutely incredible, darling. You must have thoroughly enjoyed your trip abroad. That tan is simply stunning! Where did you go again? Somewhere wildly exotic, I imagine?""I know it was technically a work trip for my film, but Lucas spoiled me endlessly," Selene preened, her voice practically dripping with insufferable satisfaction. She tilted
Hundred and Thirty
"I don't even know why you keep texting that worthless skank!" Selene said, her voice dropping into a tight, frantic strain as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She fought desperately to hold back the convulsive sob threatening to break past her lips.Over the past three days, she had caught glimpses of the notification banners lighting up his phone in the middle of the night, intimate, flirtatious messages, late-night call logs, and the subtle, lingering smirk that crossed Lucas's face whenever he glanced down at his screen when he thought she wasn't paying attention.Beside her on the plush interior seating, Lucas rested nonchalantly against the fine hand-stitched leather of the luxury limousine, his sharp, aristocratic profile rigid and completely unbothered. He didn't even bother turning his head to look at her, his dark eyes fixed coldly on the tinted side window, watching the neon city lights of Ruby City blur into streaks of gold and silver.Seeing his complete, arrogan