Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 52 - : Mission Accomplished

Calvin quickly tried to calm her down. "Please relax, Ms. Chantelle. Kane is safe. Roman didn't really kidnap him—he just took him home and made it look like a kidnapping."

"I don't think he's even capable of being a kidnapper," Chantelle scoffed. She forced herself to stay calm after hearing that Kane was safe.

But that didn't mean she approved of what Roman had done.

"Mr. Wilson was informed about the situation. He sent Ashton to capture Roman. The old man was tied to a tree at a park and left in the freezing cold for three hours. He nearly lost his life. I suppose he agreed to our conditions after realizing he could no longer rely on the Wilson family," Calvin explained.

"That sounds just like Roman. He's completely lost his mind," Chantelle sneered.

Her eyes darkened angrily. He should never have touched Kane. No matter how much he hates me, Kane is still his grandson. How could he harm his own blood?

Having worked with Chantelle for years, Calvin could tell exactly what she was thinking. He knew she wouldn't let Roman get away with this.

Promptly, he asked, "Shall we teach him a lesson, Ms. Chantelle?"

Anyone who had bullied her children before had paid a heavy price.

"I heard Roman kicked Ruby and Kate out of the house?" Chantelle asked.

"Yeah. Roman is furious when he finds out the truth about Kate's situation overseas. He threw them out right away," Calvin said.

Chantelle scoffed inwardly. Typical. You only care about yourself, Roman Bently. It's not about the rumors surrounding Kate—it's about the Wilson family finding out the truth. You kicked her out just to protect your reputation. And now, you've even abandoned your own wife. Shameless. No wonder you don't care about a grandson from a daughter you considered worthless. You've become even more ruthless.

Her hands clenched into fists, shaking in anger.

Calvin noticed her reaction and leaned in. "Are you all right, Ms. Chantelle?" he asked quietly.

She forced a weak smile, pushing down her fury. But her next words sent a chill down Calvin's spine. "Shall we congratulate him, Calvin? He's finally a lonely man, abandoned by his wife and children."

"I'll get the car ready," Calvin said, rushing out of the room.

Chantelle got into the car with Calvin's help, and they headed to their destination.

Meanwhile, Roman was treating his injuries after returning from the park. His lips had turned purple from the freezing cold.

He was furious.

As the CEO of Bently Corporation, he had been left out in the cold, barely dressed, and tied to a tree for three hours.

The humiliation was unbearable.

The moment he got home, he contacted Summit Venture Corporation, the Wilson family's biggest rival, hoping to form an alliance. He swore to make them pay for his disgrace.

But Summit Venture Corporation had yet to respond. The silence only triggered his anger. He clenched his fists, struggling to hold back his rage. In frustration, he wanted to smash his laptop.

Just then, a dagger flew past him and struck the laptop screen.

The golden dagger flew past Roman, barely missing his ear. The near miss sent a chill down his spine. He was so startled that he almost lost control of himself.

Attached to the dagger was a folded strip of paper. He hesitated, making sure no more weapons were coming, before carefully removing and unfolding it.

The message was written in neat, elegant handwriting:

"Daddy dearest, why do you and Mom keep mistreating my son? He's your grandson, just a little boy. How can you be so cruel? I don't understand, so I have no choice but to return and settle this with both of you."

Roman's brows furrowed as he read the note. He wanted to believe it was some kind of joke.

But when he saw Chantelle's signature, cold sweat popped across his forehead.

Chantelle? How could this be? She had been dead for years. How could she possibly return after all this time? 

The thought sent shivers down Roman's spine. His scalp prickled, and a cold fear gripped his heart.

"Kingsley! Kingsley!" he shouted.

"I'm here, Mr. Roman! What's wrong?" Kingsley, the Bently family's butler, rushed over. He saw his master's pale face, drained of all color as if he had seen a ghost.

Quickly, he moved forward to support him.

"It's Chantelle! She's back!" Roman stammered.

"Sir, do you mean Ms. Chantelle? But she passed away five years ago, didn't she?" Kingsley asked, confused. He assumed Roman was having a moment of confusion.

Gently, he tried to correct him while guiding him upstairs to rest.

Just then, a loud crash shattered the silence.

Glass and tiles flew in all directions as something broke through the villa's wall.

Before Roman could react, a grappling hook tightened around the damaged structure.

The entire wall was torn away from the Bently residence in the blink of an eye.

Roman stood frozen, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

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His house was being torn apart!

Roman and Kingsley had been standing in the living room, but now, with one wall completely gone, they were exposed to the outside.

Roman instinctively stepped forward, trying to see who was behind this attack.

Before he could take another step, a flaming arrow shot past him, embedding itself into the wooden floor.

The fire spread instantly, consuming the parquet flooring in hungry flames.

Roman's legs nearly gave out beneath him. Panic surged through him.

"Run, Kingsley! Someone's trying to kill me!" he shouted.

Grabbing Kingsley's wrist, he bolted toward the back door.

They had barely made it outside when the entire villa collapsed behind them with a deafening crash.

Flames swallowed everything.

Roman stared in shock at the raging fire. His legs gave out, and he dropped to the ground.

Despair hit him like a tidal wave. His home was gone—just like that, burned to ashes.

Who had done this?

Who hated him enough to destroy everything he had? 

Could it really be Chantelle? But she was dead! 

His mind spun, barely recognizing his surroundings.

Slowly, fear faded and was replaced by pure hopelessness.

At that moment, Chantelle sat calmly on the roof of her car, a crossbow in her hands. She was very much alive.

Chantelle watched the fire burn with satisfaction. With a small smirk, she hopped down and slid into the car.

"Mission accomplished! Let's go celebrate." Revenge had never felt so satisfying.

Even though she had spared Roman this time, the weight in her heart felt lighter.

"Yes, Ms. Chantelle! As you wish!"