All Chapters of The Kingmaker Ex-Husband: Trillionaire in the Shadows: Chapter 1
- Chapter 7
7 chapters
A Divorce Letter on the Night of the Celebration
The double, gold-plated wooden doors leading to the main hall of The Grand Imperial Hotel were pushed open from the outside. Damian Cross stepped inside, his breathing steady despite the simple white shirt clinging to his body appearing completely soaked. His right hand clutched a black, waterproof document tube tightly beneath his light jacket to ensure the sealed papers inside were not exposed to even a single drop of water.Inside the seven-star ballroom, situated in the heart of the Wallcrest District in New Avalon, the atmosphere this evening was bustling with hundreds of guests from the business elite. A giant crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast a bright light onto the main stage, which bore the inscription announcing the official celebration of Caldwell Bio-Tech’s listing on the stock exchange with a valuation of three hundred million US dollars.Damian brushed his wet black hair back as he scanned the main stage. His gaze immediately fell upon a beautiful woman in a fiery r
The Discarded Ring and the First Slap
Damian’s icy stare caused the smile on Clarissa’s face to freeze for a fraction of a second, whilst Julian Kingsley’s leather shoes still pressed down on the divorce papers lying on the marble floor. Inside the magnificent hall, dozens of pairs of eyes among the invited guests seemed to stare at Damian with condescending anticipation. They were all waiting to see whether the soaking-wet young courier would truly humiliate himself for a cheque worth ten thousand US dollars.Tyler Caldwell, standing beside his mother, immediately burst out laughing at the sight of Damian, who remained frozen in place. For Tyler, this moment was a golden opportunity to further trample on his brother-in-law’s self-respect in front of New Avalon’s leading businessmen.“Why are you just standing there daydreaming, Damian?!” shouted Tyler as he stepped forward with an arrogant air.“Young Master Julian has been kind enough to offer you a way out! Get down on your knees and pick up that cheque with your mouth
The Ruler of Three Hundred and Fifty Billion Dollars
The glass doors of the VIP lobby at The Grand Imperial Hotel were still vibrating gently behind Damian as the ten jet-black Maybachs switched off their engines in unison amidst the pouring rain. The roar of the twelve-cylinder monsters that had just stopped left a low, commanding hum echoing across the wet marble car park.Visible through the hotel’s glass doors, dozens of curious high-profile guests began jostling their way towards the lobby area. Julian Kingsley, still wincing in pain from his sprained ankle, was being supported by Clarissa and Margaret near the reception desk. Their eyes were wide as they stared at the row of ten armoured Maybach Pullman cars with special number plates, which could only be owned by the highest-ranking leaders of the global consortium.“W-whose convoy is that?!” whispered Tyler Caldwell, his voice faltering as he swallowed hard.“Ten bulletproof Maybach Pullmans with gold number plates… not even Julian’s father, the head of Kingsley Capital, has the
Items Discarded from the Emerald Hills Villa
At eight o’clock sharp that morning in the upmarket Emerald Hills housing estate, Block A-12, the cool mountain air was still shrouded in a thin mist. However, the tranquillity of the magnificent European-classical-style villa complex was suddenly shattered by a commotion coming from the front garden of the Caldwell family’s residence.Two domestic staff members in grey uniforms were seen throwing an old, dull brown leather suitcase and two plastic bags containing simple clothing from the main marble terrace. The items tumbled down the concrete steps, then scattered across the lawn still damp with morning dew near the wrought-iron gate.On the first-floor marble terrace, Margaret Caldwell was sitting comfortably in a luxurious rattan chair, sipping a cup of hot coffee. To her right stood the Caldwells’ second son, thirty-year-old Logan Caldwell, his silk shirt collar open as he smoked an expensive cigar. Logan’s wife, Brenda Caldwell, was also sitting there, her legs crossed, wearing
Nine O’Clock Sharp and the First Panic
Clarissa answered the call from her factory manager with a furrowed brow, whilst beside her, Logan Caldwell’s face suddenly turned deathly pale upon hearing the report from the finance department on the other end of his mobile. The cheerful atmosphere and mocking laughter that had just filled the Caldwell family’s terrace vanished instantly, leaving no trace.Margaret and Brenda, still seated in their rattan chairs, looked at the two of them with puzzled expressions.“What’s the matter, Clarissa? Why do you look so tense?” asked Margaret as she set down her coffee cup.However, Clarissa did not respond to her mother’s question at all. The voice on the other end of the line sounded extremely panicked and hysterical, causing Clarissa’s slender hand, which was holding the mobile phone, to tremble slightly.“M-Miss Clarissa! It’s an emergency! Our laboratory’s main computer system has just automatically locked itself at nine o’clock sharp!” shouted the factory manager, breathlessly.“The
The Battle on the Golden Bay Bridge
The masked leader of the attackers’ scream of pain shattered the silence of the Golden Bay Bridge as Damian twisted his wrist, causing the steel dagger to clatter onto the tarmac. The stocky man’s wrist joint cracked as it snapped under the grip of Damian’s fingers, which were like hydraulic steel clamps.Seraphina Vale, who had been keeping her eyes tightly shut, slowly opened her eyelids. Before her stood a sturdy young man in a black shirt with neatly rolled-up sleeves, towering like an unshakeable rocky outcrop. The young man’s gaze was so calm and cold, as if the life-and-death situation on this flyover were merely an everyday sight to him.“Y-you bastard! Who are you?!” roared Viper as he tried to pull his locked hand free, but the excruciating pain caused his knees to buckle and he fell to his knees on the tarmac.“Beat him! Kill this bastard right now!” Viper ordered in a hoarse, shrill voice to his seven henchmen, who were still standing frozen in place.The other seven maske
Humiliation in the Starlight Auction Hall Lobby
At around half past eleven in the morning, in the marble lobby of the Starlight Diamond Auction Hall, the atmosphere was ablaze with the glitter of crystal chandeliers and the comings and goings of New Avalon’s high-society elite. The most prestigious auction house for antiques and jewellery in the Wallcrest District was heavily guarded by dozens of security officers in black uniforms, equipped with high-tech security scanning systems.Clarissa Caldwell walked gracefully on the arm of Julian Kingsley, who was limping slightly due to his ankle, still wrapped in a thin bandage beneath his trousers. Clarissa wore a sleeveless white silk dress paired with a light blue cashmere shawl, exuding the charm of a female CEO fighting to uphold her company’s dignity amidst the crisis caused by this morning’s licence suspension.Behind the pair, Tyler Caldwell strode with his chin held high, accompanying his influencer girlfriend, Vanessa Frost. The twenty-one-year-old blond