Home / Urban / Rise From Prison: Married To A Beautiful CEO / Chapter 462 – The Best Form of Revenge
Chapter 462 – The Best Form of Revenge
Author: Rex Magnus
last update2025-04-27 19:06:36

*****

Meanwhile, Miss Lin, the elegant Dior’s supervisor.

Right now, her face was pale, her usually sharp eyes dulled with regret.

She had instantly believed Roxie's story and had suggested Amelia’s firing without a second thought—all because she, too, had assumed Xavier was a pauper unworthy of patience.

‘Would things have been different if I hadn't judged him so quickly?’ The thought gnawed at her, biting into her pride, her stomach churning.

Yet no tears came. Only a deep, hollow sense of dread.

Meanwhile, standing just a few steps away, Aria Wynn—the unflappable supervisor of High Fashion—was no better.

For the first time in her professional life, her mind was in chaos.

Aria, who had built her reputation on her calm, her poise, and her unshakable demeanor, was now battling the overwhelming urge to simply collapse into a chair.

She tried everything to steady herself—deep breaths, mental chants, tightening her fists—but nothing worked.

Finally, she gave up.

Instead, she s
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 672 – Please Forgive Me, Sir Patriarch

    *****The first time Mistress Ayra had seen Xavier had been on a seemingly ordinary night, just a few weeks back.He had walked into the pub like a shadow wearing human skin… empty, broken, and lost. He hadn’t spoken much.Instead, he looked like a man who had died standing.She had found him intriguing from that first encounter, because something about him felt… off, dangerous, and deep.This was why she had intervened when the two Lion Kings tried to pick a fight with him.But when he brushed aside her goodwill and chose to get involved in business that didn’t concern him, she had grown more curious.Who deliberately antagonizes men like the Lion Kings unless they’re either suicidal or something else entirely?She had thought he would be beaten, maybe even killed. She had even begged for mercy on his behalf. But then… the tables turned.Xavier hadn’t just survived. He had emasculated one of the Lion Kings… literally. Then he had left the other crawling for breath.Still, e

  • Chapter 671 – Ayra’s Astonishment

    *****Mistress Ayra turned her head slowly to face Xavier again, and now her seriousness had already deepened into something close to desperation and helplessness.Her eyes brimmed with restrained urgency, her breath hitching unevenly as she tried to read something… anything from his face.Her chest rose and fell heavily, as though she were short of air, and her palm was damp with nervous sweat.The way she looked at Xavier now… it was almost as if he alone held the cure to a plague that had devoured her homeland for years. Or even worse… as if he were the only soul capable of waking her mother from the dead.But Xavier...He didn’t move or act. He didn’t even show any intention of reaction.Instead, he simply stared at Mistress Ayra, not blinking, not speaking. His gaze seemed detached, unfocused, as if her words were still echoing in his mind, too surreal to register.Then, slowly, he blinked, his focus sharpening. Then he looked directly into her eyes.“This founding fathe

  • Chapter 670 – The Emblem’s Source

    *****Cold sweat prickled across Mistress Ayra’s forehead in an instant, sliding down her spine in icy rivulets.Before she knew it, her limbs wobbled as though someone had drained all her energy, powerful goosebumps slowly appearing on her skin, and a cold sweat also running down her spine.Swallowing hard, her gaze finally locked on Xavier’s expression… his wide, startled eyes and slightly open mouth.But to her, it was all a lie… a feigned expression.She knew mockery when she saw it, and that "frightened" expression on Xavier’s face was no different from a predator pretending to be a mouse.It was a joke, and she, Mistress Ayra of the Nightshadow force… was the punchline.Xavier still didn’t say a word in response to her stutter. But did he even need to?No!His silence was already enough of a response.And on his face, written in every line of his calm and exaggeratedly terrified expression, was the unspoken message:‘Well... it didn’t look like you didn’t not mean it.

  • Chapter 669 – Ayra’s Fear

    *****“Please… tell me. Where did you get the emblem of my Sect?”For a moment, Xavier didn’t react at all.He did not blink, he did not twitch… he did nothing.His eyes simply remained on Ayra, watching her as if she had suddenly grown two heads.Her tone wasn’t just intense; it was desperate, tinged with something darker, something verging on disbelief.And right now, she was staring at him with the intensity of someone who had just seen a ghost… a stunned, almost wild look in her eyes, as if she had just caught sight of something impossibly sacred in the most unexpected of places.She looked like someone on the verge of accusing him of infiltrating a secret cult… or leading it.Everything had happened so abruptly that even Xavier, whose reflexes were honed and near-flawless, had been thrown completely off guard.Was it how Ayra had suddenly grabbed his arm without a sliver of warning?How she had yanked him with such surprising strength into the restricted office? She had

  • Chapter 668 – Where Did You Get The Emblem of My Sect

    *****Xavier studied the emotionally frazzled woman before him, her face contorted between disbelief and terror, and then… he smiled. A small, knowing, infuriatingly calm smile.“Well… I don’t know if that answered my question,” he said dryly, “or if I should be asking you instead… who exactly this Founding Father is supposed to be.”Leisurely…. almost mockingly, he lifted his hands to his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. His movement was slow and purposeful.It was so sudden and utterly unexpected…Ayra’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes following his fingers, her mind lagging several steps behind reality.“What… what are you…?” she stammered.But then her words dissolved mid-sentence.Because her gaze had landed squarely on Xavier’s chest.On those perfectly sculpted abs. Those lean, defined muscles that glistened faintly under the colored lights.In an instant, her thoughts derailed. Her brain simply… shut down.Her face burned crimson.“You… you…!” she stut

  • Chapter 667 – Mistress Ayra’s Disbelief

    *****Xavier’s voice was soft, idle, and barely above a mumble. It was a comment made to no one in particular.But Ayra heard it, and she nearly collapsed in the next second.‘Pothole? Broken back? Is that a joke? A parable? A threat disguised as nonsense?’Her heart clutched itself into a vice of panic. Her breathing turned shallow and uneven, cold sweat racing freely from her brow down her neck.‘What did he mean?’‘What was he implying?’‘Was I supposed to respond?’‘Or decipher some hidden meaning?’Her brain twisted itself into knots, spiraling faster toward a breakdown.But before she could drown entirely in paranoia…“Aish. That reminds me,” Xavier said suddenly, breaking the silence like shattering glass. He turned to her so abruptly that Ayra instinctively took a step back, her pulse leaping into her throat.“I’d like to know who sent that idiot after me,” he continued casually, as though asking for a name at a tea party. “Name, address… everything I need to know.

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App