Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 53 - : What A Small World

Kate sat quietly in a corner of the VIP lounge at Enchanteur Bar.

She wore a pastel pink evening gown, a stark contrast to the flashy, extravagant surroundings.

She looked like an angel who had lost her way, tainted by the harsh realities of life.

She had heard that Daniel would be here tonight.

Wanting to look her best, she had dressed carefully.

Now, she sat in a spot where Daniel was sure to pass on his way to the private rooms, hoping for a chance to stop him.

It was all her father's fault.

If Roman hadn't acted so recklessly and kidnapped Railer, she wouldn't have been forced to take such a risk and move her plan ahead of schedule.

A grandfather who kidnapped his own grandson would never be invited to the child's birthday party.

Because of Roman's stupidity, the entire Bently family had been blacklisted from Railer's celebration.

Now, she had lost her best chance to get closer to Daniel.

But she wasn't giving up. If she could get pregnant with Daniel's child, all the hardships and humiliation she endured now wouldn't matter in the future.

Her sources said Daniel would arrive at 8 o'clock.

There were still ten minutes left, but he was nowhere in sight.

Instead, several drunken men had already approached her, trying to start conversations.

She felt uncomfortable.

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Kate had once enjoyed bars, karaoke lounges, and this kind of entertainment—until she grew bored of them. She knew exactly why these men were trying to approach her.

They were unattractive, as ugly as toads, yet they still had the audacity to chase after someone beautiful.

It was disgusting.

That was why she had chosen a quiet corner of the lounge, hoping to stay unnoticed before Daniel arrived.

Unfortunately, too many scandals have surfaced about her recently.

Someone eventually recognized her, even with a black mask and a hat covering her face.

"Ooh, look! Isn't that Easthan's so-called charitable princess over there?" a greasy voice sneered. "Who would've thought even princesses come out to drink at bars? Guess that makes her just like the rest of us!"

The speaker was a chubby man with an oversized head, large ears, and a massive belly. He reeked of sleaze.

Kate kept her head down, refusing to acknowledge him. Daniel would be here soon—she had no intention of causing unnecessary trouble.

The man's loud, excited remark drew a crowd.

Curious onlookers gathered, wanting to see what was happening.

When they spotted Kate, the whispers started immediately.

"Our charitable princess is acting shy today. Why wear sunglasses in a place this dark?"

"Charitable princess? More like a charitable black widow! She's probably done too many shady things and is afraid of karma. That's why she's hiding behind those shades!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What black widow? She's just an abandoned fiancée now. Haven't you heard? Young Mr. Wilson publicly stated there was never an engagement—it was all just rumors!"

"That's right! I saw the Wilson family's official statement, too! She brought this on herself. Honestly, she's beyond shameless!"

A crowd gathered around Kate, their voices buzzing with gossip.

She felt like a slab of meat on a chopping board, helpless as people picked her apart. Anger burned inside her.

Who were they to judge her? 

Then, the chubby man from earlier had the audacity to snatch off her hat.

She was humiliated by these people. She had never been treated like this before.

Her anger exploded.

"Shut up, all of you! Say another word, and I'll sue you for libel!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared! Whatever shall I do? Our timid little princess has suddenly turned into a deadly black widow!" A man in front of Kate mocked her with an exaggerated, high-pitched voice, pretending to cower in fear.

"You—" Kate clenched her fists, seething with anger. She wanted to lash out at them, but she was alone, and they outnumbered her.

If she caused a scene, she would only put herself at a disadvantage.

Swallowing her rage, she turned to leave.

But the troublemakers weren't done. They stepped forward, blocking her path with their hands.

Kate was about to push past them when she noticed something strange—one of them had no hand.

Her eyes widened in shock. Spinning around, she stared at the man.

Only then did she realize who the chubby troublemaker was.

It was Steve.

What a small world!

"Ms. Kate, have you forgotten me already? I lost a hand because of you! Do you know how much that hurt?" Steve blocked her path with his remaining hand, his eyes filled with mockery and anger.

His accusing stare sent a chill through Kate.

"Steve Walter, is it? Looks like you're asking to lose the other one, too," she said coldly.

Steve sneered. "Bitch, please. Do you still think you're some high and mighty princess? You're nothing without your fancy image. You don't sit on a throne anymore!"

His expression darkened as he snapped his fingers. "Grab her, boys. It's time I got payback for this missing hand!"

The moment he gave the signal, several men lunged at Kate, holding her down.

Steve's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Finally, it was his turn for revenge.

"What are you doing? Let go of me! Let me go!" Kate screamed, panic setting in.

She had never expected to run into an enemy tonight. This wasn't part of her plan.

She still dreamed of marrying into the Wilson family.

Losing a hand? That was unthinkable!

Terrified, she thrashed against their grip, but Steve's men held her tightly, dragging her toward the back of the bar.

"Where are you taking me? Let go of me! Help!" she shrieked, all dignity forgotten.

But no one stepped in. The crowd watched with amusement, treating her suffering like entertainment.

Even those who once called her Easthan's charitable princess only smirked, showing no sympathy.

Fear overwhelmed her.

She couldn't let these worthless scum destroy her!

Just as Kate was about to be dragged through the back door, she saw a familiar figure.

Desperate, she screamed, "Chantelle!"

Chantelle had just entered the bar with Calvin when she heard someone calling her name. She turned to look and was surprised to see Kate.

How unexpected.

"What's going on, Ms. Kate? Did you accidentally offend someone?" Chantelle asked, walking toward her with a faint smile—one that could make anyone feel weak.