The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Chapter 144

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 144: I'll Buy It For

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I grabbed Angela's wrist, pulling her toward the elevator with unwavering determination,

Behind us, Thomas called out in confusion, "Mr. Shaw, aren't we having lunch anymore?"

I ignored him, focused only on keeping my grip on Angela as I urged her to move faster.

y resolve. I could feel her resistance, the subtle tension in her arm as she tried to pull away, but it only strengthened my

"Let go of me!" she demanded, her voice sharp with indignation as we descended in the elevator.

"No," I replied simply, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Outside the restaurant, 1 maneuvered her swiftly toward my waiting Bentley, Peter already standing at attention by the open door. I practically lifted her into the backseat, sliding in beside her before she could escape.

"Drive," I instructed Peter, maintaining my grip on Angela's wrist.

She continued struggling, her eyes flashing with genuine anger. "You need to let me go. I really do have an important appointment at Bernardin today."

"What important appointment?" I asked coolly, studying every minute shift in her expression.

"That's none of your business," she replied curtly, but I could sense the secret behind her words. Her eyes darted away too quickly- the way they always did when she was hiding something.

of my business?

me," I said with a cold smile. Then

excuse deliberately, knowing she genuinely needed a car, but more importantly, I

amber eyes blazing with fury. "Whatever was between us ended five years ago. What gives you the right to

of Christina's name immediately chilled the atmosphere in the car. I narrowed

and I-

I don't

cut me off abruptly. "I just want

so easily dismiss

something you're hiding

to keep your distance?"

her carefully. "Why else would

coolness, I caught the momentary panic that flashed across her features. Instead of answering directly,

challenge, the

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I'll Buy

shot back, but the

1 heled with deliberate

I could see the Message screen, and my heart rate quickened as

called out, my voice

phone. She frowned at me in annoyance. ing to mask my

are you texting?" I

you care?" She quickly closed the screen and tucked her pipe away. I was tempted to grab it from her,

my eye in the rearview mirror. "Where to next,

BMW showroom on Fifth Avenue," I answered, discreetly taking out my own iPhone and switching it to silent mode. I couldn't let Angela discover that "Mr. Night's messages would

a mid-range Series sedan, declaring it the best option within

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