The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

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EARLIER AT T.T. FASHION HOUSE…

Luisa let out a horrified gasp, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the disaster in front of them. “Oh my God… Thalassa, they destroyed the dresses. They destroyed the dresses! What are we going to do?”

She turned to Thalassa, her pale face stricken with panic, so distraught that she kept pointing out the obvious.” Without these dresses, we can’t compete at the awards show.”

The seamstresses, standing nearby, murmured in despair. One of them, Marta, who had spent hours hand- stitching beads into the ultimate dress that was supposed to be worn by Thalassa, let out a small sob.

“Who could do something like this to us? All our hard work. it’s gone.”

Thalassa remained still, her face calm despite the fury simmering just beneath the surface. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in every ripped seam and every ruined piece of fabric. She had suspected this would happen, but seeing it with her own eyes still made her blood boil. 2

Noticing how Thalassa didn’t even seem moved by the scene in front of them, Luisa grabbed her by the arm. “Why are you so calm, Thalassa? Don’t you realize how serious this is? We’ve lost everything!”

Thalassa turned to her with a steady gaze before looking at the seamstresses. “Have any of you checked the CCTV footage?”

They exchanged glances. “No, we were too distraught to even think about it.”

“Then let’s go,” Thalassa said simply, making her way to the elevator. Luisa and the others hurried to follow her.

They reached the security office, where a confused–looking guard approached them. “Ms. Thompson, I just heard about what happened in the display room,” he said.

Thalassa’s eyes narrowed. “Just heard?” she repeated coldly. “How come you were only just told now? You should have caught and stopped the intruder.”

The guard swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry, Ms. Thompson I’m on morning duty. I wasn’t part of the guards on night duty yesterday.”

said sharply. “Now, show me the footage from the

security room. He sat down in front of a computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Minutes passed, and Luisa grew impatient.

so long?”

least an hour’s worth of CCTV footage

steady. “Check the other cameras–the ones in the hallways, elevators, and

cameras, even the ones outside. They’ve all been

“I’m sure it was Linda Miller who did this!

and calmly asked, “Who

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frowned. “What do

answer immediately. Instead, she turned on her heel and headed

to my

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the elevator in silence, tension thick in the air When they reached the floor, they saw that more employees had arrived, all talking about how sorry they

she and Luisa made their way into her office. Minutes later,

Thalassa asked her

are here,”

silent. The serious

particular model. It was Carmen the model she’d taken her frustrations out on a week ago right before Clark had called to invite her out.

I’m so sorry about what happened. It’s

frigid as it locked onto Carmen.

do you mean, Lassa? Of course, I’m sorry that this happened. We