CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

Chapter 0139

Chapter 0139

Harlow Corporation, underground parking lot.

At midnight, Suzy finally wrapped up her work after a long day.

In reality, she didn't have much left to do.

The project wouldn't officially launch for a while, and most of the preparatory work was already in place with dedicated personnel handling everything.

But she insisted on overseeing each detail herself because whenever she stopped working, her mind would replay the moment Claude took his last breath before her.

That haunting memory was like a nightmare, as vivid and painful as the day she lost her family, driving her to keep herself busy at all costs.

She reached her car and was about to open the door when her sharp ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps behind her.

Her gaze darkened, and as the steps grew closer, she spun around swiftly. She moved fast, but her assailant was just as quick. The instant she turned, she found herself staring down the cold barrel of a gun aimed straight at her forehead.

"Pathetic woman," Julian sneered, his bloodshot eyes blazing with rage. "It was bad enough that Claude dared to challenge me, but you—a worthless orphan-think you can take me on too?"

venom. "I'll send you

have been paralyzed in fear, but

gaze, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face." Julian, if you keep running your mouth, I'll

snarled, "You're dead, you bitch! I'll kill you right

he spoke, his finger

Bang!

deafening gunshot echoed through

Yet, Suzy stood unharmed.

quick reflexes that saved her-it

for her for hours.

waiting in silence

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to find her, knowing she wouldn't want to see him after everything that had happened. She

stumbled for just a moment. But the

Dylan, she strode

approach, his mind flashed back to her fierce display at the funeral, and he instinctively retreated, stumbling back. “W-what

replied coolly,

the hand he had used to hold the gun, and with a sharp crack, twisted

back his scream as the pain shot through him, his