Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 163

Blake’s POV

I stood on the busy New York street outside the coffee shop, arranging for my driver. The morning crowd streamed past while I maintained my composure, though internally I was furious at the pathetic show I’d just witnessed.

“Blake darling!”

Laurel rushed out of the café, breathless and desperate. I spared her a cold glance before returning to my phone. Soon, a black sedan pulled up. Without acknowledging her, I opened the door.

Before I could get in, Laurel darted forward and slipped into the backseat. I hesitated, then climbed in after her, keeping my distance.

As we pulled away, Laurel broke the silence. “Blake darling, you changed cars today? Where’s your black sedan?*

I’d planned to ignore her, but her question caught my attention.

“Car accident. It’s being repaired,” I replied flatly, watching her reaction.

Laurel relaxed, not noticing my trap. “When did that happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I turned toward her and pointed to my bandaged head.

“Last night,” I said evenly.

Her eyes widened with practiced shock. “Oh my God! What happened? Why didn’t you call me? I could have – *

“No time,” I cut her off. “You seem concerned about last night’s accident… Do you know what kind of car crashed on the

beach?”

Laurel froze. Her eyes darted away as her lips trembled. After a moment, she managed: “It was… a black car.”

A mocking smile touched my lips. Had I given her so much trust that she thought I was this gullible?

“Blake darling, I’m sorry,” Laurel whispered, clutching my arm as tears filled her eyes.

“What exactly are you sorry for?” I asked.

“I shouldn’t have lied,” she said, voice quivering. “I already knew from online rumors that it was Miss Sinclair and Ethan

Davies in the accident.”

Sinclair was

at night,” she continued. “So I brought you

gently about Ethan and Audrey’s deaths.

now I shouldn’t have done this. You’re too smart, Blake darling. I just wanted to tell you with good intentions, but

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so convincing. If I hadn’t been in that accident. myself, I might have believed

find

would have seen us, not Ethan. Only

paused, then smiled.

arm through mine, voice playful. “You know I’m

news.”

Miss Sinclair and Ethan Davies. I was shocked too, but worried more about how you’d take it,

“I know I was wrong. I should have

I sighed and turned away without responding. My silence seemed to

Audrey’s POV

rushed into Original Studio, clutching my design portfolio. My heart raced with anticipation as I hurried to George Mei’s office

we leaving

it here, I’d thrown money at the taxi driver, offering double for speed. This meeting with the partner company was crucial, and I didn’t want

James tell

I blinked. “Canceled?”

“The executives had personal matters. We’ll wait for their

worked relentlessly on these

industry,

nodded, unable to

offered, “since the meeting’s off, take the day off. Get some rest and

him and left, my portfolio now feeling heavy

rang. James called to inform me about the canceled meeting. I managed a few short

deflated.

called to say my old phone – the one Laurel damaged was fixed and ready

to get my phone. I

repair shop.

in a sharp black suit, striding purposefully toward

Laurel’s agent be in this old electronics district? But I had no desire to waste energy on anything

see Jennifer at the counter, handing

have a charging cable for this phone model?”

that this five–year–old model

my body went rigid. My eyes widened and my