All Chapters of The Dumped Husband Gets A Debt System: Chapter 151
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Hundred and Fifty One
"Thank you for supporting me through all of this," Miyu said softly, her voice carrying a delicate warmth once they were finally settled into the quiet luxury of the executive sedan.The soft leather seats were warm against her tired body, the high-end electric engine humming softly as the private chauffeur smoothly pulled away from the private wing of the medical center. Outside, the dazzling skyline of Ruby City blurred past the tinted windows, casting long, rhythmic shadows across Miyu's pale, expressive face.From the chaotic precinct, they had been escorted directly to an elite private hospital where comprehensive blood tests and toxicology panels had been conducted under strict medical supervision. The entire ordeal had been physically and emotionally exhausting, leaving her completely drained. Yet, sitting beside Reed in the quiet enclosure of the vehicle, Miyu felt a strange, profound sense of peace settling over her spirit.She was safe. The nightmare had passed. She was wi
Hundred and Fifty Two
SMACK!"You stupid, brainless idiot!"Cole Scott’s heavy, ring-adorned palm struck Lucas’s face with terrifying force the second the heavy tinted door of the luxury Bentley slammed shut. The sharp, brutal crack echoed off the plush leather interior like a gunshot, loud and final."Do you have any idea that the media networks are threatening to broadcast the story of your arrest across every channel by midnight tonight?!" Cole roared, his face flushed deep purple with unbridled fury. "You are going to utterly ruin this family! Everything I have built over forty years! Every sacrifice I made to secure our status! Gone! All of it thrown into the gutter because of your reckless, arrogant stupidity!"The slap was so violent and unexpected that Lucas sat utterly paralyzed, his head snapped to the side. He had never been physically struck by anyone in his entire life. As the undisputed heir apparent to the Scott industrial dynasty, Lucas had lived a life entirely insulated from hardship, co
Hundred and Fifty Three
"What do you mean you will not be renewing my municipal supply contract this year?!" Cole scowled in intense annoyance, his voice carrying a harsh, aggressive edge that he usually reserved for his underlings.The blunt demand hung heavily in the air of the mahogany-paneled office, practically daring the man behind the desk to justify his decision.Governor Andrew Mark's brow rose at the sharp, disrespectful tone, his eyes narrowing into cold slits as his jaw tightened. He was not a man who tolerated being barked at inside his own executive suite. As a seasoned politician hailing from one of the true founding dynasties of Ruby City, Andrew possessed a power base entirely independent of Cole Scott's corporate clout.While it was good to incorporate friendships such as Cole’s, he did not need him.Noticing the dark flash of irritation on the Governor's face, Cole caught himself, quickly swallowing down the rest of his rising temper. As much as he was an undeniable titan in the city’s e
Hundred and Fifty Four
After being unceremoniously dismissed from the Governor’s inner office, Cole Scott had absolute zero intention of simply slinking away into the afternoon traffic without first uncovering which rival family had stabbed him in the back.His sharp mind raced at a frantic pace, analyzing every political player in Ruby City, trying to piece together the sudden, bewildering puzzle of his abrupt fall from grace. A contract of that magnitude didn't simply vanish into thin air; it was stolen by a predator with sharper teeth.Pausing in the carpeted hallway to smooth his tailored jacket and straighten his Italian silk tie, Cole adopted a calm, confident posture. He casually strolled over to the grand mahogany reception desk and leaned against its polished edge with a practiced, disarmingly warm smile, a calculated expression designed specifically to manipulate and disarm."How are you holding up today, Alicia?" Cole asked softly, his voice smooth, resonant, and dripping with charismatic warmth
Hundred and Fifty Five
About an hour later, Cole Scott was perched precariously on the very edge of the plush leather seat. His posture was unnaturally rigid, his large hands clasped together so fiercely that his knuckles had turned a stark, bloodless white. He was so consumed by a gnawing anxiety that it was a sheer miracle he had not resorted to biting his fingers down to the bone. Every passing minute felt like an agonizing eternity, the grand grandfather clock standing in the corner of the waiting room mocking him with its steady, relentless, and hollow ticking. The sort of bleak future he would be forced to navigate without Governor Andrew Mark's unwavering political support was utterly terrifying to contemplate. Cole had not built his vast industrial empire on superior products or fair market competition; he had built it on corrupt connections, quiet kickbacks, political favors, and the long-standing, unspoken social understanding that the Scott family was completely untouchable. Without the
Hundred and Fifty Six
Cole Scott stormed into the executive wing of his headquarters in a black, suffocating mood. His heavy leather shoes slammed violently against the imported marble flooring, every reverberating step sounding like a militaristic declaration of his unchecked fury. His original plan had been to remain firmly planted in the Governor's private waiting room until that snake Reed showed his face again. However, that objective had been utterly derailed by Alicia. Overcome by extreme anxiety, the secretary had secretly pressed an under-desk panic button, summoning three armed capitol security guards who physically escorted Cole off the premises. The soul-crushing humiliation of being forcibly ejected from a government building he had effectively ruled for two decades was a festering wound that burned through his veins like raw acid. That humiliation had pushed his volatile temper past the point of no return. Cole wanted nothing more than to wrap his bare hands around someone's neck and
Hundred and Fifty Seven
"This way, Mr. Hawke," said a neatly starched butler who seemed to have been expecting Reed's arrival down to the exact second. His voice was smooth, practiced, and refined, the voice of a man who had spent his entire life serving the most powerful and wealthy figures of high society in Ruby city. He was standing near the center of the cavernous, climate-controlled subterranean garage that Reed had just driven into. His posture was perfectly rigid, his spine straight as an arrow, and his gloved hands were neatly clasped behind his back. Seeing the older man standing illuminated only by the sharp LED headlights while the heavy, soundproof garage door slowly and silently slid down behind the vehicle, effectively trapping Reed inside the space. All of this did absolutely nothing to ease Reed's rising discomfort. The mechanical hum of the sliding door was soft, heavy, and undeniably sinister. All through the forty-minute drive across the city, Reed had strictly followed the step-by-s
Hundred and fifty eight
The easily recognizable, impeccably tailored figure of Dominic Kim stepped smoothly out from the heavy shadows near the mahogany bookcase. For some reason, Reed was not the least bit surprised. He had seriously wondered who the mysterious helper operating behind the scenes might be. Seeing Dominic, ever since the media tycoon had displayed such an unusual, probing interest in him at the Governor's Ball weeks prior made him remember how Cole’s gopher, that Christian had humiliated Dominic. It made sense to Reed that Dominic might have hidden grudges against Cole. Dominic instantly noticed the absolute lack of surprise or panic on Reed's face. He chuckled softly, a low, resonant sound before gliding across the plush carpet and taking a seat directly opposite Reed. Without a moment's hesitation, Dominic reached out, picked up the crystal tumbler filled with the legendary single malt, and took a generous, unhurried gulp. The dark amber liquid disappeared down his throat, and he let o
Hundred and Fifty Nine
Dominic got to his feet and walked around as if to stretch his legs before he leaned against a table and smoothed the lapels of his midnight-blue velvet dinner jacket, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Reed with a calm, unreadable intensity. "I can't go around making blind promises when I don't even know what is truly at stake," Reed answered coldly, his voice flat and his green eyes heavily guarded. He had learned the hard way through bitter betrayal that promises made in ignorance were nothing more than iron chains wrapped around your own neck. As he stared at Dominic, Reed's sharp mind frantically calculated what the man could possibly want in exchange for intervening at Chalet Four. However, Reed was fully prepared to walk out and turn the media mogul down if his demand posed a physical threat or left him vulnerable to counter-attacks. He had been burned before, and he refused to let history repeat itself. Dominic paused, taking a slow, heavy breath before speaking. "I want th
Hundred and Sixty
Lucas Scott was on absolute pins and needles.His nerves were completely frayed, his pulse constantly racing, and his sleep had become entirely nonexistent over the past five agonizing days. Every tiny, unexpected sound in the hallway made him jump out of his skin, and every dark shadow creeping across the floorboards seemed to hide a lethal threat waiting to destroy him. The ultra-luxurious, high-rise penthouse solitude that had once felt like an exclusive badge of status now felt like a suffocating, gilded cage.He had never in his entire life seen his father as furious as he was on the night of their release from the central precinct. But even worse than the brutal physical slap in the back of the Bentley was the terrifying, order Cole had issued afterward. Lucas had been explicitly commanded to remain locked inside his penthouse apartment without receiving a single visitor, barred from leaving under the strict supervision of private security guards stationed at the elevators. T