Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Chapter 2195

With a creaking protest, the iron door swung open.

Mylo, bound by chains and handcuffs, shuffled inside.

Inside the visiting room, a large square table dominated the space.

On the opposite side of the table sat two men.

Mylo scrutinized the man seated at the head of the table.

The man’s deep, dark eyes fixed on Mylo with an expressionless stare.

He radiated an aura of unchallenged authority, his presence immensely powerful without a trace of anger.

That face was all too familiar to Mylo, etched into his memory with a burning intensity; he harbored a constant, simmering desire to kill the loathsome Nathan.

To his dismay, he was defeated, leaving him bereft of that opportunity.

What surprised him even more was Nathan’s decision to bring Kyson along this time.

The Shaw family was a long-standing business rival of the Simmons family.

Why would Nathan not steer clear of involving him in private family affairs?

Riddled with uncertainty, Mylo took his seat with a stern expression.

As soon as the prison guard clicked the door shut and vanished from sight, he wasted no time diving into the heart of the matter.

“Why are you visiting me so late at night? Is something wrong with Norton?”

finger over the wristwatch adorning his left hand as he replied with a cold, resonant tone, “He

months back, I entrusted Colby and

milk powder they have

swapped the genuine product with a

”

smug expression, teetering on the brink of

of enemies, and some people are just

misery brings

”

expression stern as he cut

a relatively low position at the subsidiary in the

you didn’t do it, but I have my suspicions

the small town by Norton, frequently visiting

”

disappeared

gaze, he rushed to

as

drilled it into him to always run things

told me this

whole thing couldn’t have been

”

his doubt

mention to you his little partnership with Danilo, plotting against Norton to

confessed, and I

end up being more of a liability than an asset, bumbling his way through

”

of unreadable thoughts that

of contemplation, he felt compelled to continue his