Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0071

"Richie."

"Ma'am Sydney." He called back and I couldn't stop the brief bitter chuckle that bubbled up my throat. Wasn't he plainly calling me Sydney the other day? Now what was the fuss with the whole ma'am? "Tell me, Richie, what would you gain by hiring an assassin disguised as a supplier to kill me?"

It all made sense now, when we discussed the new addition to Luxe vogue and obviously, as a department head, Bran had to be present and he had been. He had been among the department heads that even dropped their opinions.

"What assassin?" His lips tembled slightly. "What do you mean? I don't understand what you're talking about," he continued, attempting to feign ignorance, but I could see through it all. His fidgety fingers, his trembling lips, his unnecessarily creased brows and squinted eyes, it was all there - the telltale signs of guilt.

I raised my brows, "Is that how you want to escape this? By pretending to know nothing about it."

His brows furrowed deeper, "What...why..." he stuttered pathetically so I shut him up.

His eyes widened and his face turned pale

would have taken the money you paid then I would run away, far from here.

his eyes glinted, whether with hate or anger, I could barely tell but I still held his gaze,

Trust me, I may not be in the field but I am sure that the punishment for ordering a murder and committing one

smiled as I looked down at the police cars that were parking, his lightbars dimmed as he tried to stop her. Then I pointed down to the window with, "Even if

he looked down the window. His eyes hastily scanned the room,

as his face wobbled. He dropped to his knees, "I've been with you since the company was founded, don't do this

you a chance, Richie. I gave you a

protests and pleas and took him away. Despite everything, Richie still looked at me pleadingly, "Sydney, please plead for

of the room

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Chapter 0071