Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 88

Chapter 88:

Alex nodded, his expression serious. “That’s right. He’s your uncle, isn’t he? I need you to find a way to bring him to the banquet.”

“Don’t tell me this is about her again.” A playful smirk spread across Katie’s face, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked at Alex. “You do realize my uncle is a very busy man, right? Getting him to show up isn’t exactly easy.”

Alex touched his nose, a subconscious gesture that betrayed his unease. A faint blush tinged his cheeks as he felt Katie’s gaze piercing through his schemes, yet he struggled to maintain his composure. “Let’s cut to the chase, Katie. How much do you want to help me?” he asked.

Katie’s laughter filled the air as she teasingly held up five fingers. Without missing a beat, Alex, determined not to haggle over details, transferred $500,000 to her account.

The chime of the transaction notification echoed between them.

Katie’s eyes lit up with sheer delight as she glanced at her phone, her lips curling into a satisfied grin as though she could almost taste the sweetness of the money. “Wow, hitting the jackpot feels just like this, huh? I could definitely get used to it.”

Alex’s patience began to wear thin at her overt display of greed. With a slight frown, he brushed past her, his parting words carrying a stern warning. “Remember, Katie, fraud involving large sums can lead to prosecution. You’ve just pocketed half a million from me. If Roy doesn’t show up tomorrow, I’ll have no choice but to report this as fraud.”

tinged with steely

light from her phone screen danced across her features, revealing a tumult of emotions. The device in her hand suddenly seemed to burn her skin like

stammered, her eyes darting around as she desperately searched for

as Alex walked away, her heart pounding in a frenzy of

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quickly dialed a number. “Hello, Uncle Roy…” she choked out, her

the sterile scent of disinfectant in the hospital almost suffocating. After settling Kyla, the clock neared ten o’clock.

gone home?” he asked, his voice a

line, stretching for a moment. “Uh, what? Mr. Wall, should I drive over and check?” Samuel’s voice

rushed to Sadie’s

Samuel. “Mr. Wall, Mrs.

inside him. It was already ten o’clock at night; how could

a growing sense of unease, Noah drove to the upscale restaurant. A polite waiter greeted him at the door and informed him

air,