บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: บทที่ 491 - บทที่ 500

In the forty minutes waiting for their takeout, Adriana quietly listened as Snow recounted the rise and fall of her father’s company—the troubles they’d faced, and how things had spiraled to the brink of bankruptcy.When Snow finally fell silent, Adriana spoke, her tone thoughtful. “It’s complicated, yes… but it’s not as hopeless as you think.”Snow tore open the takeout box, breathing in the aroma deeply—half to calm herself, half to keep from crying. “The company doesn’t have the funds to recover. The bank loan’s overdue, the creditors are hounding us every day… what else can we do?”Adriana had been taking notes the entire time. She circled a particular line and tapped it. “This patent—it could be the key to bringing the company back from the dead.”Snow peeled a shrimp and handed it to Adriana, her voice weary. “That doesn’t really count as a patent. My father said the technology isn’t mature yet. To even make it viable, we’d have to sink a ton of money into R&D—and we don’t have

The modest standard room, which had felt cozy moments ago, suddenly seemed stiflingly small. With two large men inside, the air felt thick, the distance between them all too close for comfort.Adriana’s eyes were cool, tinged with disgust. “Bad days will always reveal who’s willing to lend a hand and who isn’t… isn’t that right, Ray?”Ray smirked, unbothered. “Thrift is one thing, but too much of it makes you miserable.”Adriana didn’t flinch. “Frugality is a virtue. Extravagance? That’s just asking to be struck by lightning.”Snow clapped her hands lightly, grinning. “Preach, Adriana! Save virtue, eliminate waste!”Ray leaned back lazily and muttered, “This takeout you ordered is a little greasy though.”Snow shot back immediately, her tone deceptively sweet. “Compared to some people, I think it’s fine.”Adriana unwrapped her chopsticks and set them neatly on the takeout box. “His body is delicate. His tastes are picky. Don’t force him.”Snow laughed, her voice like tinkling bells. “

Ray had an exceptional figure—golden ratio proportions, long legs, a trim waist. Not an ounce of extra fat, all lean muscle and tightly-coiled energy. Even when he smiled lazily, he looked like a trained actor mid-performance.Snow rested her chin in her palm, involuntarily comparing him to other male celebrities she’d worked with.Not many could match Ray’s physical assets.Shame about his brain.If not for that, she might have considered sleeping with him.In the end, though, Ray didn’t go all the way.Adriana clearly didn’t have that kind of fetish.This was just for fun—no reason to let it sprout into something that would grow calluses.Snow wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Want one?”She never would’ve dared to casually offer Calvin a drink before. But tonight—maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere, or maybe Ray’s nonsense had brought everyone down to earth—suddenly, Calvin didn’t feel so untouchable.But the illusion shattered the moment Calvin raised his eyes to

The next day, Ray came to his senses with a pounding head, like he’d been blindfolded with a sack and beaten with a dozen sticks. Everything hurt — dizzy, dazed, and confused.“Shit…” he groaned, lifting his sore, limp arms. Even that simple motion nearly killed him.After swearing under his breath, he forced his eyes open. Through the haze, he froze.What the fuck?The white bedsheets were stained crimson, like they'd been soaked in blood — vivid, blinding scarlet. No… it wasn’t blood. It was red wine.The stench of alcohol still lingered in the room. The quilt was drenched and streaked with wine, spreading in blotches like a slaughterhouse table — pigs and goats freshly butchered. And he was lying right in the middle of it.Even worse, he realized the entire bedding — the so-called four-piece hotel set — was damp and sticky.Ray scratched his ear hard, trying to force himself to remember what happened before he blacked out. His last memory was coming back from Adriana’s place. Then…

Since they started the job, the two security staff had never actually dealt with a surveillance incident like this. Add to that their timid personalities and unwillingness to take responsibility—they didn’t dare say much.Adriana quickly scrolled the surveillance footage back to just after midnight.It didn’t take long to spot it: a woman wearing a bathrobe stepped out of the elevator. The footage only captured the side of her head—no clear shot of her face. Her figure was mostly hidden by the robe, though her body shape was vaguely visible.But just as she exited the elevator—The video cut out.Adriana frowned and tried rewinding, dragging the timeline back and forth, testing different timestamps.Still no luck.The two staff members froze behind her, looking at each other, their faces pale with confusion.“What’s going on?” one of them murmured nervously.Adriana’s heart leapt—Snow really was lucky. What a miracle for the surveillance to malfunction at just the right moment.But sh