All Chapters of The Dumped Husband Gets A Debt System: Chapter 131
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Hundred and Thirty One
Selene watched bitterly as Reed wrapped his long arm possessively around Miyu's waist, pulling her closer into his firm embrace as they navigated the outer edge of the velvet rope.The gesture was smooth, intimate, and effortlessly confident, the kind of casual touch that spoke volumes of a deep, unshakeable familiarity. Watching the way Miyu leaned comfortably into his side made Selene's stomach churn violently with a sudden, toxic wave of jealousy.‘Since when did he start looking so utterly attractive?’ she wondered bitterly, her eyes hungrily tracing the tantalizing, tanned skin of his chest, which had been purposefully left exposed by the slightly unbuttoned top of his tailored silk shirt.He had always been a handsome man, but in the past, he had been quiet, predictable, and entirely too submissive to her whims. Now, there was something entirely different radiating from him, an aura of absolute power, dynamic presence, and lethal confidence that washed over the crowd like heat
Hundred and Thirty Two
Reed watched the shrieking Selene with amusement, he had fully anticipated this exact scene. In fact, he had calculated their arrival down to the minute, counting on her desperate, predictable reaction.Since Selene had abandoned him for the Scott family’s immense fortune, she believed that she had elevated her status so far beyond his reach that he would remain forever buried in her wake. Every time their paths crossed in high society, her fragile ego simply could not digest or accept the reality that he was not only rising beside her, but actively rising above her. She had built her entire post-divorce identity on the delusion of being untouchable, and the sight of Reed standing in the VIP corridor as her absolute equal, if not her superior was a psychic wound her narcissism could not bear."It's not just him!" Lucas interjected, stepping forward with an ugly sneer, his sharp voice dripping with bitter contempt as he pointed at the couple. "What about her?! You might not possess f
Hundred and Thirty Three
Within the blink of an eye, Reed grabbed Lucas's wrist in a vise grip, forcing him to instantly drop Miyu's arm.The movement was lightning fast, almost completely imperceptible to the surrounding observers. One moment Lucas's fingers were aggressively digging into Miyu's skin; the next, his wrist was being crushed within a merciless grip of pure iron.But even after forcing Lucas to release her, Reed held onto the wrist, slowly increasing the pressure of his grip. He squeezed until Lucas was desperately biting his lower lip to stop himself from groaning aloud in front of the people, his face flushing as dark red as the flesh of a ripe watermelon. The thick veins in Lucas's neck bulged dangerously against his collar, and unbidden tears of sheer agony welled up in his eyes. He stood bent at the waist, looking like a man who was about to physically shatter into pieces under the crushing torque."Reed, it's enough," came Miyu's soft, composure-restoring voice.Her slender hand gently to
Hundred and Thirty Four
When they were led down the grand center aisle to their assigned seats, Selene's mood instantly lifted as she realized they had been placed in the absolute front row, the exclusive VIP tier where high-society figures, studio heads, and primary investors sat, complete with personal side tables stocked with crystal flutes of highly priced champagne and gourmet snacks.She beamed happily, her previous humiliation momentarily forgotten as she glanced around the auditorium with an air of self-satisfied appreciation. The burgundy velvet seats were impossibly plush, the ambient track lighting was flawless, and the view of the massive cinema screen was completely unobstructed.‘They might have been incredibly stupid to allow Reed and Miyu into this venue,’ she thought to herself, her artificial smile widening as she smoothed down her designer dress, ‘but at the very least, the event organizers clearly know who the real VIPs in this city are. They know who actually deserves to sit at the plac
Hundred and Thirty Five
When the heavy cinema house lights slowly faded back on, the theater erupted into an immediate, standing ovation. It was as if they were trying to blow the roof away with their nonstop clapping.As if pulled by an invisible, electric current, every single person in the grand auditorium rose to their feet. The thunderous wall of applause filled the expanse, rolling across the velvet seats in overwhelming waves of raw appreciation, awe, and genuine admiration. High-society elites, harsh critics, veteran directors, and seasoned A-list actors were cheering, whistling, and wiping tears from their eyes, completely swept up in the emotional power of Alan Chen’s masterwork and the actors he had used as his medium.Reed rose to his feet with an indulgent, calm smile, turning toward Miyu and Alan Chen as he clapped. Alan too got to his feet with an indulgent smile and looked down at Miyu.She remained seated for a moment, her dark eyes filling with hot, unbidden tears. She looked thoroughly ov
Hundred and Thirty Six
"Father, we've been completely fooled!"Lucas stormed into his father's grand estate, bypassing the household staff and heading straight toward the private wing. His footsteps were heavy and frantic, echoing off the high marble walls of the hallway like a drumbeat of pure fury.Without knocking, he slammed the heavy double oak doors to the executive study open with a deafening crash. He stood in the entrance, his chest heaving violently, his face flushed red with unbridled anger.Cole Scott, shocked by his son's completely uncharacteristic, explosive entrance, snapped his head up in surprise. His sharp, dark eyes narrowed as he set down his fountain pen. He had been quietly reviewing confidential corporate ledgers and mapping out his next market acquisition when Lucas burst into the sanctuary like a destructive hurricane."Control yourself, Lucas," Cole warned in a low, dangerous growl, offended by the lack of discipline. "What is the meaning of this outburst?"Instead of answering v
Hundred and Thirty Seven
"Mr. Lane, what do you think of my suggestion?" Cole started eagerly, his voice carrying a subtle note of desperation that he tried desperately to mask beneath a veneer of professional confidence.He leaned forward in his leather executive chair, his knuckles white as his fingers gripped the polished edge of his mahogany desk. When nothing but a heavy, unreadable silence stretched over the line, Cole pressed on with persistent, calculated urgency."You must consider that you are relatively new to the intricate background of Ruby City," Cole offered smoothly, attempting to assume the posture of a seasoned mentor. "You don't yet know the right players to align with or the hidden pitfalls of this market. Let me act as your premier guide. I know this territory inside and out, every political channel, every financial lever, every family lineage. I know precisely who to trust and who to avoid. With my regional power and your capital, you could accomplish so much more than you ever imagined.
Hundred and Thirty Eight
When Miyu and Reed appeared at the grand venue for the industry gala held exclusively for the year’s top award nominees, they were instantly swarmed by their colleagues.Actors, directors, and veteran producers who had previously maintained a cautious distance were now practically tripping over themselves to shower praise on the duo, whom the media had already crowned as the undisputed breakout stars of the year. The crowd surged around them like an eager tide, their faces bright with genuine admiration, excitement, and unbridled curiosity."Miyu! Your performance in that third act was absolutely breathtaking!" one high-profile actress exclaimed, her eyes wide with unfeigned awe. "I swear to you, I cried three separate times during your monologue! Three times! You delivered an absolute masterclass!""I have to say, the emotional chemistry between you two was utterly electric," an influential studio producer added, his sharp gaze shifting back and forth between Miyu and Reed with deep
Hundred and Thirty Nine
Selene pressed up against Reed, her body molding against his in a way that was calculated and deliberately provocative. Her perfume was cloying and heavy, nothing like the sweet floral scent that he had found captivating during his naive years, but now her scent was completely suffocating and repulsive."Don't act like you don't miss me, Reed," Selene purred, leaning closer as her voice dropped into the sultry, persuasive tone that had once made him weak. Her manicured fingers trailed up his chest over his silk lapel, her eyes dark with false promise and manufactured vulnerability. "I know you still think about me when you're alone. I know you still want me. You can't just erase everything we were to each other."At her touch, Reed turned into a statue of solid rock, his eyes glinting with a dangerous, red-hot fury. His entire frame went rigid, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped beneath his skin with barely contained rage. The attempt at subtle seduction was a cheap perfor
Hundred and Forty
Lucas slunk away from Miyu's side soon after she drained the glass, leaving her standing alone near the edge of the central floor.She let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief, though her heart continued to hammer violently against her ribs. The suffocating weight of his physical presence had been almost unbearable, his bloodshot eyes burning with a dark, toxic hatred that made her skin crawl. She had clearly read the unhinged malice in his gaze, and it made her feel deeply, instinctively unsafe, like a helpless target being relentlessly circled by a shark in the water.Her anxious gaze darted toward the heavy grand doors of the ballroom once more, seeking Reed's tall, reassuring frame. But to her crushing disappointment, he was still nowhere in sight. The doors remained firmly shut, and her heart sank deeper with each agonizing second that ticked by.She hated feeling this way. She had zero desire to become one of those desperately territorial, insecure women who clung to a m