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

Chapter 150

Chapter 150:

Kyla cut him off, her chin tilting defiantly, a hint of imperiousness in her posture. “I’ve made up my mind—I want this office space, your price. I’ll pay double.”

Her eyes flicked towards the contract clutched in Sadie’s hand, a wave of vindictive triumph washing over her.

Sadie’s gaze held a spark of sarcasm as she gently placed the contract on the table, her hands elegantly folded in her lap. “Do you understand the cost of renting office space in the prime downtown area, Miss Wade? Can you truly afford to pay double?”

Kyla was momentarily at a loss for words, her face flushing a deep shade of red. She hastily grabbed the contract to scan the figures, and when she saw the numbers, her expression turned to stone.

She had blurted out her offer to demean Sadie, not expecting to be cornered by her own brash statement.

Sadie rose, her presence imposing as she looked down at Kyla and said with a serene yet foreboding tone, “A piece of advice, Miss Wade. Think twice before putting on a tough act—know what you can handle first.”

gaze, but she quickly composed herself, her voice sharpening. “What… what are you

the contract back, throwing Kyla a cool, disinterested look. “What concern is that of yours?” she asked,

of the bickering, she was eager only to ink

right now, I need to leave.” Her voice carried a finality that brooked no argument, and she pivoted on her heel, poised to depart. The real estate agent,

of prime office space in the city’s pulsing heart, where leases commanded

don’t worry about it. I’ll get it

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a lounge. “Take a seat and relax for a moment. I’ll have the contract and paperwork ready

plush sofa with a sigh of relief. Without Kyla’s prickling presence, the world seemed instantly

and a welcoming grin plastered across his face. The signing unfolded without

as she stepped out into the fresh air, her eyes landed on Kyla, who was lurking under a nearby tree. Kyla leaned casually against the trunk,

a look laced with sarcasm. “Well, well, a ‘big-shot’ lawyer like you lounging

and dismissive. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing—I was simply