Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 158

Blake’s POV

“Mrs. Parker, up so early making breakfast?”

Michael’s voice cut through the kitchen like a knife. He froze mid–step when he saw us me standing between Audrey’s knees, her sitting on the counter, our faces just inches apart.

“I… did I come at a bad time?” Michael’s eyes widened as he turned away, shopping bags rustling in his hands.

Audrey’s cheeks burned red. She pushed me back and jumped off the counter, leaving flour handprints on my shirt as she rushed back to her abandoned dough. She pounded it with newfound intensity, eyes locked downward.

I stayed put, watching her flustered movements with unexpected satisfaction. Her blush and slightly trembling fingers gave her away. Even now, she still reacted to me.

I picked up her phone from the counter. “Want me to put this back for you?” My voice came out deeper than intended.

“No,” she snapped, grabbing it with her flour–covered hand and shoving it into her pocket.

Seeing that color spread across her face, I felt my mood lift despite the interruption. I nodded to Michael and walked past

him to the living room.

The leather sofa creaked as I sat. Michael placed his bags on the table and pulled out a new smartphone.

“Mrs. Parker mentioned your phone was damaged in the crash, so I got you a replacement,” he said, placing it before me. “Same number, with all your apps installed.”

I nodded as I turned it on. “What happened to those men who chased us?”

“All alive but injured. They’re in the hospital with police guards. I’ve stationed our people to watch them too.”

“Have you identified who sent them?”

Michael hesitated. “Yes… we have.”

look up. His face was unusually tense as he pulled a

called Parker–Rose Studio,” he said carefully. “Are you familiar with

the folder, my brow furrowing

we created this small

night,” Michael continued, “the ones at NYU, who came after

Studio.”

I listened silently.

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attacking Mrs. Parker online… they were alan (unded by Packer Studio, The entire campaign against Mrs. Parker traces back

froze over the page. The studio carried part of my name, but Laurel had run it from day one. After the step- using it for her career four years ago, she never brought it up

was dead

was, not only alive but pulling

echoed in my mind: “If only you and Laurel

spread through my temples. I focused on the document in front of me. It contained everything

legal representative section. Not Laurel

the legal representative,” Michael explained. “Laurel’s agent. After Laurel signed with her new agency, the studio transferred

actions came from Parker–Rose Studio, it’s Jennifer’s company now. Perhaps Laurel knows

that?” I asked coldly. “I have several companies under your name. When have

knowledge?”

refuse to see the truth about Laurel, that my feelings

wasn’t

the kitchen where Audrey stood working, her

attacks, the men hunting Ethan – all

silence. The screen showed Laurel

a moment, I answered.

through

the bridge of my nose.

be up! I texted last night but got no reply. Figured you must have crashed early. I calculated you’d

was off. Normally at

stood and walked into the yard.