Sorry Ex, This Queen Is No Longer Yours Free Preview

Afternoon, Civil Affairs Bureau.

A stunning woman in a high-slit red dress walked in. Her makeup was minimal, and her hair was styled in a low bun, leaving her elegant neck exposed. As she walked, her ankle flashed occasionally, teasingly.

Hazel Queen’s sultry allure caught Damon Price by surprise. This was a far cry from the plain, simple Hazel he remembered.

Hazel didn’t even glance at him as she walked straight to the counter.

The staff member looked around nervously. “Are you two sure about this? Once you sign, and the stamp is on, it’s over.”

Hazel flashed a smile. “Do you really want to hold on to something you don’t even want? It’s trash.”

Damon’s eyes, cold as ice, fixed on her. As if he could burn a hole right through her.

She just called him trash?

But Hazel paid him no mind. Her hand signed the papers without a second thought, her signature flowing, neat, and beautiful. To Damon, it felt like a thorn in his chest, sinking deep.

He hadn’t expected her to agree so easily. Ha! Guess she really did marry him for the money after all.

The staff member shot Damon a pointed look.

With the certificate in hand, their three-year marriage was officially over.

What Hazel didn’t expect was that Damon had brought Delilah Hasani—his mistress, who had been the one to throw Hazel out of the Price mansion just yesterday.

But here, Delilah looked every bit the fragile, innocent woman. When she saw Hazel, her eyes widened with fear, as if the woman who had kicked her out the day before was someone else entirely.

“Hazel, I’m so sorry. If it wasn’t for me, Damon wouldn’t have pushed for the divorce. I’m really sorry…”

She put on a teary-eyed performance, crying as though she were the victim.

Hazel rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. “Cut it out. Mr. Price is really generous. He gave me a seaside villa, five shops on X Road, and ten million in cash. If I didn’t sign, it would just make me look petty.”

“Hazel, I know you said that to reassure me. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything for you!” Delilah pleaded, her voice sweet, but her eyes full of bitterness, knowing Hazel had walked away with a huge payout.

Hazel smirked. “Alright, then go die.”

“What? Hazel…” Delilah gasped, her voice quivering.

“What? Didn’t you just say you’d do anything for me? If you really mean it, slap yourself twice. I’m fine with that!” Hazel scoffed, raising her hand as if she might strike Delilah herself.

“Hazel!” A furious voice interrupted the tension.

Damon, playing the knight in shining armor, stepped in front of Delilah, glaring at Hazel.

Hazel was stunned. What was going on? What had she done to make them treat her like she was poison?

“You can hate me all you want, but Delilah’s pregnant. If anything happens to her, you’ll be responsible!” Damon snapped, his voice filled with barely contained rage.

Hazel crossed her arms, standing her ground. “Am I her mother? Why would I take responsibility for her? Let’s be clear—she’s just your mistress. And you? You’re nothing but a dog who’s eaten shit. No matter how clean I get, I wouldn’t want someone like her.”

“Hazel!” Damon growled, his fists clenched.

But she gritted her teeth, holding back, biding her time for the day when she’d sit in the position of Mrs. Price, finally taking down Hazel.

“Damon, don’t be like this. Hazel didn’t mean it. It’s all my fault for making her angry!” Delilah tugged at his sleeve, playing the role of the fragile woman flawlessly.

Hazel gave her a dismissive glance, adjusted the strap on her purse, and began to walk away. As she passed Damon, she paused for a moment, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, “By the way, you might want to get a checkup. With all those pretty things outside, who knows if they’re clean.”

Damon’s face turned an ugly shade of red with rage as he watched her walk away, his eyes burning holes into her back

This woman—when had she become like this?

As Hazel stepped outside, the sun hung low in the sky, and the clock ticked past 3 PM.

“Damon Price,” she muttered under her breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The echo of his voice from their past still rang clearly in her mind: “It’s been three years. I’m tired of even wearing a pair of shoes. Hazel, you’d better be smart about this, or we won’t end up in a happy situation. It won’t be good for anyone, okay?”

Three years. She had given everything—her heart, her soul—to a man who had never truly loved her. It had all started when she saved the old man of the Price family in a chance encounter. Out of gratitude, and trusting her, he had arranged for his grandson, Damon Price, to marry her.

She had never questioned the marriage, believing that love would come in time. But three years later, the love she had given had withered, unreciprocated. All that remained was the fading memory of someone who had never returned her feelings. She had loved him completely, and now, standing on the edge of divorce, she realized she had loved nothing but an illusion.

That evening, the storm hit. A bombshell exploded across Vernon’s trending news.

[Breaking: Price Family’s Eldest Son Caught with STDs, Ex-Wife Furious—Three-Year Marriage Finally Ends!]

“Wait, is this for real? My idol’s fallen from grace!”

“Sympathy for the ex-wife, a hundred times over. Ladies, be careful who you choose!”

“OMG, when did he get married? And when did they divorce? I’ll pay a thousand for someone to tell me what happened!”

***

At Price Corp.

Damon stared at the trending topics, his temples throbbing with anger as the notifications kept coming in.

With a loud crash, he smashed his tablet to pieces.

His eyes were blazing with fury, his expression terrifying. “Get Hazel here, now!”

How dare she spread rumors about him online? Who did she think she was?

Hours later, a report came in: “Mr. Price, Miss Queen… she’s disappeared!”

Meanwhile…

In a flashy sports car, Hazel pulled off her sunglasses and mask, her body sinking into the leather seat with a deep sigh. “I’m free!”

“Yeah! Congratulations, boss! You finally came to your senses and turned things around. And that humorless Damon Price—always walking around with that poker face, looking like everyone owes him money. Seriously, does anything about him even match up to you?”

It was rare for Eddie to get the chance to roast Damon, and he wasted no time, his words coming out in rapid fire. “Now that you’ve split, you can start fresh, boss. Take us with you, we’re ready to roll! These years have been a real strain on me, but don’t let me down now!”

As Eddie rambled on, Hazel leaned lazily against the car window, resting her hand on her temple. Her eyes, gazing out the window, were filled with complex emotions.

Three years ago, her best friend Eddie nearly clung to her like a baby, begging her not to marry Damon. But she stubbornly refused to see reason.

Now, having escaped that fire pit, she was a whole new person!

“By the way, boss, the sooner the better. I’ve got a big deal lined up. Want to dive in?” Eddie couldn’t contain her excitement.

Hazel rubbed her forehead, not too eager. “Let’s take it easy for a moment. I promised my parents I wouldn’t go back to the industry. Also, how’s that thing I asked you to look into?”

Three years ago, her family had been consumed in a fire, with her parents perishing in the flames. Only she had miraculously survived.

She’d concealed her identity and married into the Price family to investigate the truth behind that tragedy.

Eddie snapped his fingers theatrically. “Tomorrow at 8 AM, Queen Corp’s board meeting will be held. I’ve sent the other details to your email!”

Hazel’s lips curved into a sly smile as her fingers gently tapped the armrest. “Such an important event? I think we need to give them a little surprise…”

...

Next day, At Queen Corp.

“Mr. Jonah, congratulations! We’ll all be looking to you for guidance at Queen Corp from now on!”

Amid the flattery of other shareholders, Jonah Queen laughed with exaggerated enthusiasm, shaking hands with everyone. “Oh, please! The chairman’s position is still up for grabs. It’s too early to celebrate!”

“Tsk! Who doesn’t know how much you’ve done for Queen Corp these years? If the chairmanship isn’t yours, who else could possibly take it?”

The former chairman of Queen Corp, Jonah’s brother, Jacob Queen, had died in the fire three years ago, along with his wife.

An emergency meeting had been held, and the shareholders had voted to make Jonah the acting chairman. After three years, if no suitable candidate was found, he would formally take over the chairman role.

The voting went as expected, with the majority supporting Jonah. The crowd applauded.

Then, the host of the meeting announced, “Based on everyone’s vote, the next chairman of Queen Corp will be Jonah. Are there any objections?”

“Objection!”

The door to the meeting room suddenly slammed open, and a pair of high-heeled shoes clicked across the floor.

A woman entered, dressed in a sleek black suit and wide-leg pants, exuding both power and allure.

Jonah’s mouth went dry, his body trembling as he stared. “H-Hazel Queen?”

Hazel took off her sunglasses and flashed a bright smile. “It’s me, Uncle Jonah. Long time no see!”

Jonah stammered, “W-weren’t you... didn’t you die in the fire?”

“Oh, I’m just lucky, I guess,” Hazel said casually. “Maybe the heavens kept me alive to find the real killer. Uncle, have you… seen them in your dreams?”

Her voice was eerily calm, but her words held a cold edge.

Jonah froze, as if someone had just slit his throat. He quickly tried to regain control, feigning concern. “Hazel, I didn’t take good care of you. It’s my fault. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely look into what happened to your parents. But right now, we’re in an important meeting. Why don’t you head home, and after it’s over, I’ll come to find you?”

He had waited for this day for so long—there was no way he was going to let this troublemaker ruin everything now.

Hazel patted his shoulder nonchalantly. “But Uncle, I’m here to attend the shareholders’ meeting too!”

“What?”

Without missing a beat, Hazel brushed past Jonah, positioned herself at the front, and pressed her hands down on the edge of the table. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Hazel Queen, the only daughter of Jacob Queen, the former chairman of Queen Corp. From today on, I’ll be taking over as chairman.”

At her words, chaos erupted in the room.

Jonah’s face twisted with rage. “Hazel, get back here! This is not the place for your nonsense!”

“But Uncle, you’ll know if I’m really making trouble after you see this!” Hazel flipped open a folder and held up a document for everyone to see. “This is my father’s will, and according to it, he left me 20% of Queen Corp’s shares. The CEO position is also mine to take. This document is official, signed by a lawyer. Anyone who has doubts can take it to the notary office for verification!”

The appearance of a female CEO in Queen Corp had truly stunned everyone.

With 20% of the shares, she was already in a strong position to claim the chairmanship.

Jonah was left speechless, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

No wonder he couldn’t figure out where his older brother’s shares had gone these years. It turns out they had been hidden here.

How outrageous. Not a single penny was left to him, the younger brother.

Queen Corp was about to change hands, and it was a woman who would control it? All his hard work could go down the drain now?

No way. He wasn’t going to let this girl have her way.

***

At that moment, Delilah had taken on the role of the female head of the Price household.

All the servants were scrambling to please her.

"Mr. Price, we've searched every possible place that Miss Queen could be, but there's no sign of her!"

Hearing his subordinate's report, Damon's brows furrowed in a cold scowl. His grip on the coffee cup tightened.

‘That damn woman! She's good at hiding; even I can't find her.’

"By the way, we just received a package from Miss Queen. It's something for you!" The subordinate nervously handed over an envelope.

Inside was a bank card, along with a note.

[Ten million, for the trouble you've had fulfilling my needs over the past three years. Honestly, considering your skills, I really overpaid you!]

Crack!

The bank card snapped in half in his palm, and a storm brewed in his eyes.

"Find her. Turn Vernon upside down if you have to. Get her here!"

His subordinate immediately took the order.

Before marrying him, he had thoroughly investigated her background.

She had been adopted by foster parents in a poor rural area, with no support to speak of. He couldn't understand how she had become so fixated on his family, let alone how she managed to charm his grandfather into making her his granddaughter-in-law.

Because of all this, Damon hated her even more.

For the past three years, she hadn't worked, socialized, or even left the house. He hadn’t even transferred the compensation money he promised her, so where had this ten million come from?

Damon narrowed his eyes.

His ex-wife was truly a mystery!

His assistant Kin, holding a tablet, stepped forward to report, "Mr. Price, I’ve just received news that the chairman election at Queen Corp has concluded. The new chairman is... the eldest daughter of the Queen family!"

Damon raised his eyes in surprise.

It was said that the former chairman of Queen Corp and his family died in a fire three years ago. Now, out of nowhere, the eldest daughter of the Queen family appeared, and she had even managed to outplay the most capable candidate, Jonah, to become the new chairman. It was clear that this woman had some skills.

Queen Corp had always been a potential partner for Price Corp, but with the change in leadership, things had gotten more interesting.

"Prepare the car. We're going to Queen Corp!"

He was eager to see how this drama unfolded.

A sleek black Rolls-Royce glided toward the parking lot in front of Queen Corp, just as a white Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon approached from the opposite direction.

The two cars passed by each other.

"Boss, you were pretty cool just now, huh? I think I’m falling more for you every day!" Eddie exclaimed with a lovestruck expression, almost about to plant a kiss.

In order to watch the drama unfold, he had put on a mask and sneaked into Queen Corp with Hazel, and thankfully, no one had recognized him.

Hazel lazily leaned against the car door, her eyes flashing as she glanced at him. "Aren't you supposed to be gay? When did you turn straight?"

"Dammit, let's not talk about it. We're still friends, right? Can we still be happy together?" Eddie replied, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Seeing Eddie nearly jump out of his skin, Hazel's mood, which had been dark for the past few days, lightened a little.

"Boss, not good, we might have been followed!" Eddie suddenly yelled.

Hazel glanced through the rearview mirror and narrowed her eyes. That limited-edition Rolls-Royce—only one person in Vernon owned one.

"It’s Damon. Lose him!"

Eddie's confidence surged. "Got it!"

With one press of the accelerator, the car shot forward like lightning.

But Damon’s driver was no amateur. With skilled driving, he closed the gap in just a few minutes.

"Damn, I can’t keep up, Boss! The driver in the back is way too good!" Eddie slammed the steering wheel, cursing in embarrassment.

Hazel shot him an eye-roll. "A man shouldn't say 'I can't do it.' Pull over, switch positions!"

The two quickly swapped places. Hazel lowered her sunglasses and slammed the gas pedal. The car shot forward like an arrow, cutting through the wind at breakneck speed.

On the wide road, amidst the crowded traffic, the white G-Wagon weaved through the cars effortlessly, breezing through red lights and narrowly avoiding rear-end collisions. As they entered the ring road, it felt like they had activated some kind of cheat code, speeding down the highway at an insane pace.

"Ahh! Boss, slow down, I’m gonna die!" Eddie screamed.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a proper funeral!" Hazel responded calmly.

Eddie almost choked on his own blood from the shock, barely surviving the scare, though he almost died from the frustration.

The car in pursuit stayed right on their tail, refusing to give up.

Assistant Kin looked strained. "Mr. Price, from my judgment, the driver of the car ahead seems to be a professional racer. You might have the wrong person. Do we continue chasing?"

At the moment they passed the car, Damon caught a glimpse of a familiar profile.

He and Hazel had been married for three years, so he should be able to recognize her.

"Chase her!"

His command was short, sharp, and decisive.

Hazel wasn't familiar with the road conditions in this area, and seeing that there was no way to escape ahead, she shouted, "Hold on tight!"

Before Eddie could react, everything spun around. A loud screech echoed through the air.

The car executed a 180-degree drift.

The car behind followed closely, blocking their path.

The two cars faced each other, both flashing their hazards. The engines roared like beasts about to fight for dominance in the wild.

Through the windshield, no one could clearly see each other's face, but the tension and provocation between them were palpable.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Eddie swallowed hard. "Boss, if that bastard Damon finds out you’re the one messing with him, it’ll be a big problem."

Hazel smiled, her lips curling. "That's exactly what I want—to mess with him!"

In the next moment, she shifted gears and slammed the gas pedal.

The two cars collided head-on, forcing the other to slide backward a few meters before Hazel pushed forward and sped away.

She rolled down the window, extending her hand to provocatively wave at them.

No one expected such a bold move, and even Kin was stunned.

Looking at the man in the back seat, his face was dark with anger, and his eyes stormed with barely contained fury.

"Within one hour, find this person and bring them to me!" he ordered.

He was determined to see who had the guts to toy with Damon Price.

Meanwhile...

Eddie had gotten out of the car, clutching a tree and vomiting violently. Between his retching, he managed to give Hazel a thumbs-up. “Boss, you’re incredible! You still dare to mess with Damon Price? I’ll die happy if I never have to witness a scene like this again.”

Hazel slowly tied her hair into a high ponytail, the upward tilt of her eyes adding a seductive charm to her expression. "It was just a warm-up. Nothing to brag about. By the way, get me a few people."

"Get people for what?"

"To do something big."

***

Later that night, the Queen Mansion was brightly lit, luxurious and grand.

Adele Boyle was lying on a chaise lounge, enjoying a face mask while a servant knelt beside her, attending to her.

She popped a plump, sweet red grape into her mouth, savoring its juicy tenderness. Life was truly perfect.

"Madam, it’s not good..." A servant rushed in in panic.

The servant, who was kneeling and doing Adele's nails, trembled in shock, causing the nail polish to go crooked.

Adele kicked her over, shouting angrily, "Idiot! You can’t even handle something this small? What good are you to me? Get out!"

She then raised her head and began scolding the newly arrived servant, "What are you doing shouting like a fool?"

The servant, trembling, pointed at the door. "Madam, she... she..."

"Tsk tsk! It’s been three years, and the servants are becoming more and more disrespectful. Is this how my aunt trained you?" Hazel’s lips curled up disdainfully as she looked at the scene before her.

Adele’s face turned pale when she saw who had arrived, and her face mask almost slipped off. "Ah! You—are you human or a ghost?"

"I'm human, not a ghost. Come closer, and you’ll know."

As Hazel stepped forward, Adele, in a panic, jumped off the sofa and scrambled to hide behind it. "Don’t come over! Don’t come closer!"

"Ah! Auntie, what are you doing? Are you not happy to see me alive?"

Adele glanced around and confirmed that the person before her was indeed the living Hazel.

What was going on? After the fire, when Hazel had disappeared, everyone thought she was dead. How was she alive and standing in front of her now?

Her eyes darted around, and in the blink of an eye, Adele’s expression shifted. She grabbed Hazel’s hand and began crying, "Hazel, we searched so hard for you. Now that you're safe and sound, your uncle and I can finally rest easy!"

Hazel pulled her hand away in disgust, wiping it with a tissue several times, still feeling it wasn’t clean enough. When she looked up, her eyes were sharp like blades, making Adele shiver.

"Really?" Hazel’s gaze swept across the room.

The Queen Mansion had been personally designed by Hazel’s parents, blending their hopes and aspirations for family harmony.

The previous mansion had been simple, modest, and elegant. Now, however, the low-key, luxurious furniture had been replaced with tacky pale gold pieces, giving off a strong nouveau riche vibe.

What kind of garbage was this? Who dared to decorate her house like this?

Thinking of her parents' death, Hazel's anger flared up, and she knocked over the juice on the table.

Adele screamed in rage, "Ah! My newly bought wool carpet, Hazel, you..."

"Ah, I’m so sorry, Aunt. Look at me, so clumsy, I’m really sorry!" Though Hazel apologized, her eyes were filled with malice. How dare she speak to her like that?

"Mom, who are you talking to..." When her gaze met Hazel's eyes, Bailey's legs went weak, and she tumbled down the stairs with a loud crash.

"Bailey, are you alright?" Adele rushed to help her.

Bailey, regaining her composure, stood up and glared at Hazel. "What are you doing in our house?"

Hazel couldn’t be bothered to reply. With swift precision, she ripped the shell necklace off Bailey's neck.

Bailey screamed, clutching her neck, which now bore a red mark. "Are you crazy?"

Hazel twirled the necklace around her finger. "I have to say, you people are really laughable. After staying here so long, you’ve really started to think of it as your own home. If you like something, I can give it to you, but stealing it is not okay!"

"You..." Bailey started to argue, but Adele interrupted her, smiling.

"Hazel, you’ve misunderstood. Bailey has been wearing this necklace because it reminds her of you. She’s been taking care of it, afraid she might lose it. She’s not stealing it, right?"

Hazel rubbed her ear impatiently, unwilling to listen to her smooth talk. She raised her hand and clapped.

Immediately, several tall and imposing bodyguards entered the room.

"You guys, go upstairs and clear out all this eyesore garbage!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Adele and Bailey exchanged a look.

"What are you doing? This is my house! Don’t touch anything, get out of here!" Bailey tried to stop the bodyguards, but one of them shoved her away, sending her flying across the room.

"Mom, didn’t you send someone to deal with that bitch..."

Adele quickly covered her mouth, hissing, "Shut up! If she finds out the truth, do you think we’ll have a good life?"

"But we can't let that bitch walk all over us either!"

Adele paced back and forth. "Go, hurry up and call your dad back here!"

A moment later, there was a loud crash from upstairs, followed by things being thrown down.

Bailey stared, her face twisting in anger. "Hazel, what do you mean? How dare you touch my things?"

Leaning against the railing, Hazel leisurely swirled her highball glass, looking calm and graceful, like a lazy little fox. "I was wondering why it felt so stuffy in here. Turns out, it’s because you’re hiding all this trash. Trash belongs in the trash bin, don’t you think?"

"You!"

Hazel wanted nothing more than to throw them all out of the house right then and there, but she had to hold back. Taking it step by step would make it all the more satisfying.

"Go back to the rooms you’re supposed to be in."

They had taken over her parents’ room, her own room, and worst of all, they had even removed her parents' memorial altar.

Hazel found her parents’ black-and-white photos in the basement, cleaned them up, and carefully returned them to their place. Positioned directly across from the stairs, as soon as Adele and the others came down, they would be greeted with the accusing eyes of her parents, unable to rest in peace.

She wanted to make sure they couldn’t find peace!

...

Price Mansion.

"Mr. Price, we still haven’t found any information on Miss Queen!"

"Mr. Price, the surveillance along the way has been hacked, and the car’s speed is much faster than we imagined. So... we couldn’t find any information about that sports car!"

Hearing the series of reports from his subordinates, Damon almost overturned the coffee table in frustration.

"A bunch of idiots! What use are you to me? Get out!"

Delilah, cautiously holding a cup of calming tea, walked over and softly said, "Damon, don’t get upset. I think Hazel must be avoiding you because she’s embarrassed. I believe she acted impulsively and did something foolish. How about... I step in and explain everything to everyone?"

This would essentially announce her future identity as Mrs. Price—what a brilliant move!

The man suddenly turned his head, his gaze deep and inscrutable, difficult to read. Delilah instinctively fell silent.

***

Mr. and Mrs. Price had arrived at Damon’s place.

Mrs. Price, Agatha, kept glancing at Delilah’s belly with a bright, happy expression.

"That’s wonderful, thank God! Our son is going to be a father so soon. Although Demian is gone, God has brought a new life to the Price family. If not for this, I really wouldn’t know how to go on!"

Agatha said, her eyes teary. Demian was her second son, who had tragically passed away in an accident.

"Don’t worry, Aunt. I’ll take good care of you and the child from now on," Delilah said obediently, displaying her cultured demeanor.

Agatha wiped her tears. "How many months along are you?"

"Two months!"

"Not bad. From now on, you shouldn’t go anywhere. Stay here at the mansion and take good care of yourself!" Agatha patted Delilah’s hand, then turned to her son. "Damon, since Delilah is carrying your child, you mustn’t treat her poorly. Pick a time and get the wedding arranged as soon as possible!"

"No!" The one who opposed was Damon’s father, Jamal Price.

"Damon, have you forgotten what you promised your grandfather back then? No matter what, Hazel is your grandfather's lifesaver. If he finds out that you divorced Hazel and then married another woman, he might just die of anger!"

Damon lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable. "I’ll explain everything to Grandpa personally. As for Delilah, I must marry her. But as for Hazel, we simply don’t have a fate together. Being tied together without feelings will never lead to happiness."

"You... you still have the nerve to say that?" Jamal was livid. "You haven’t even divorced yet, and you’re keeping a mistress outside. Hazel is knowledgeable and well-mannered, and she doesn’t hold it against you, but now you’re saying you don’t have a fate together? You wasted three years of her life, how can you say such a thing?!"

Damon remained calm and indifferent, unfazed. "Dad, this isn’t my fault. You all forced her onto me!"

"You!"

"Alright, alright, it’s not worth arguing over a woman who couldn’t even bear a child after three years!" Agatha patted Jamal's back. "It’s better that she’s gone. A woman from a poor, remote place doesn’t deserve my Damon. I’ve never liked her. Now that we’re about to have a grandson, we should be celebrating! You can’t even reject your own grandchild, can you?"

Jamal sighed deeply, pain evident in his expression, and fell silent.

Half an hour later, they left. Delilah changed into a light silk camisole dress and gently knocked on the study door.

"Damon, it’s all my fault. My presence has caused a rift between you and your father. How about I tell them the truth? I don’t want to make you feel torn, truly."

Delilah’s appearance was a picture of innocence, with a gentle expression and the faintest hint of tears threatening to fall. She instantly had the man wrapped around her finger.

Damon waved his hand. "It has nothing to do with you, don’t blame yourself."

"Damon, I think I should move out," Delilah said, her tone soft and delicate.

"Delilah, you and the child you’re carrying are the most important people to Demian. Since he entrusted you to me, I will take care of you both. Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, no one will harm you."

These words made Delilah’s heart flutter with joy.

She secretly admired the man in front of her—handsome, with great manners and a wealthy background. A man like him was far too good for that Hazel.

At the time, Damon's younger brother, Demian, had been completely captivated by her. She had hoped to marry him to enter a rich family, but who knew his life would be so short? It was just a small joke, and yet he tragically slipped off a cliff and died.

Thankfully, Delilah was lucky enough to be taken in by Demian’s older brother, Damon.

If she could smoothly win this man’s heart, she wouldn't have to worry about her future.

Thinking this, she eagerly leaned towards Damon. "Damon, you must be working so hard late into the night. How about I give you a massage?"

"No need." Damon sidestepped, and Delilah missed her chance.

Was it just her imagination, or did she see a hint of disdain in Damon’s eyes?

He picked up his coat. "You rest well, I’m leaving first."

"Huh? Damon, aren’t you going to stay with me here?"

"The company apartment is closer to the office, so I stay there."

Delilah was left dumbfounded.

She gazed at Damon as he left, her expression turning cold and calculating as soon as he was out of sight.

"Go get the supplements Mrs. Price brought me."

The servant replied, "Yes, Miss Hasani!"

Delilah was born into poverty. Even after mingling with various rich men for years, she had never made a fortune. Now, with one foot in the upper class, her life was bound to be different from others.

Looking at the expensive supplements in front of her, Delilah smiled mischievously, then glared at the servants standing nearby. "If any of you dare to say a word in front of Damon, I’ll rip your tongues out, understand?"

The servants trembled in fear. "Understood, Miss Hasani!"

...

Early the next morning, another bombshell swept through Vernon.

[Price Corp CEO to Marry New Lover—What Happened to Morality? What Happened to Humanity?]

The public was overwhelmingly one-sided. Damon, with his high looks, successfully shifted the attention toward the mistress.

In no time, the comments below were all full of insults toward Delilah.

Delilah, fuming, went to complain to Damon. He, however, was in a bad mood and impatiently offered her some words of comfort.

A moment of showing off their affection should be enough to make those haters green with envy, Delilah thought, her mind turning. She pouted and said, "Damon, tomorrow’s the pregnancy checkup. How about you come with me?"

Damon didn’t even look up. "Okay."

The online posts escalated, with even Hazel’s rural background being thoroughly exposed.

Several posts attacking her with harsh language appeared.

[Price Family’s Ex-Daughter-in-Law, Queen, Is Accused of Vain and Unscrupulous Behavior, Willing to Do Anything to Marry into Wealth.]

[Damon Price’s Ex-Wife Accused of Abusing the Maid, With Photographic Evidence]

"Heh, boss, you're famous!" Eddie laughed gleefully, thoroughly enjoying the posts.

Hazel threw her phone aside, rubbing her temples. At that moment, all she wanted to say to Damon was, "Go to hell!"

Several of the accounts were connected to that scoundrel man. If anyone believed that he wasn’t involved, they were fools.

She typed a message, and a Whatsapp group that had been dormant for three years suddenly lit up.

This group contained the best hackers, the most impressive information gatherers—tools all at her disposal.

Hazel closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, her gaze sharp and clear. In the next second, she issued her command.

"In five minutes, I want the entire Price Corp network to crash!"

"Understood!"

Five minutes later, the Price Corp was in chaos.

Damon was fuming in his office. "Get the best technical experts for immediate repair, and track down this hacker’s IP address!"

His subordinate replied, "The other party is cunning. The tracked address is either in a trash bin or submerged in a river!"

Damon narrowed his eyes, quickly connecting the dots from the past few days.

The woman’s whereabouts were untraceable, the driver who raced with him had vanished, and the hacker attacking the Price Corp couldn’t be found...

It seemed something was subtly pulling him toward the truth, which was about to be uncovered.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

No! This can’t be!

His ex-wife was just a woman who grew up in a rural area, someone who had never seen much of the world. How could she possibly have such power...

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