Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 82 - : I’ll Make Sure You Die

"No, Mommy! You're being impulsive! I'll be good! I won't bother Rai!"

His mother's threat scared him. He refused right away.

He wasn't ready to face Her Majesty, Steph, alone.

That was worse than being forced to go to kindergarten and play with a bunch of childish kids.

"Do you have time, Ms. Bently? If you remember, we still have unfinished business..."

Daniel, a widowed and lonely old man, felt restless. He couldn't stop himself from speaking up.

But Chantelle didn't respond.

"Softer, Daddy. Auntie Chantelle is sleeping."

Kane's small, innocent voice came through the door, crushing Daniel's last bit of hope.

"...."

His blood boiled, and he almost lost his breath from the anger building inside him.

Hours passed, but nothing changed.

On one side was a devoted mother with her loyal son. On the other, a widowed and lonely man.

The difference between the lifeless and the full of life was clear.

But when it came to misery, the Bently family had suffered the most. The three of them huddled in the apartment.

"You're finally back! What did Daniel say? Is he willing to help us?"

Roman rushed to the door the moment the lock turned. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Kate.

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"Help? Haha, how delusional!"

Kate dragged herself inside like a lifeless zombie and gave him a sad smile.

The memory of Daniel's cold expression as he left sent a shiver down her spine.

She had believed that revealing Chantelle's true identity to Daniel would change everything. She thought it would finally make her the respected young lady of the Bently family.

But Daniel's reaction was unexpected. It was as if he had known all along.

He even began to question the real reason behind Wesley Wilson's death back then...

"No! We have to get rid of Chantelle! If not for her, I would have married into the Wilson family and become a lady of the house!"

"It's her! Always her! She keeps ruining everything for me!"

"Why does she get to live in luxury while I'm stuck in misery, humiliated and crushed?! No! I won't let this continue!"

Kate's mind was flooded with recent memories.

The moment she lost everything.

The ridicule and humiliation felt never-ending.

Each memory pushed her closer to madness.

She clawed at her hair, screaming until her voice gave out. Then, she collapsed onto the floor.

"What was the point of raising her so well? There's nothing in return, just foolish dreams!"

Roman had already decided. He would sell his daughter to rise again. If Jerry Lowe refused to accept her, there would always be other men.

The young target couldn't bring in money, but there was still an old pervert willing to pay to have his daughter.

Kate wasn't the smartest, but she was undeniably beautiful.

Selling her off would be enough to recover some of his losses.

Even if Bently Corporation couldn't be saved, he'd still live comfortably.

For now, there was nothing he could do about her madness. No one would go near her in this state.

But that didn't change the fact that he had no one to unleash his growing rage on.

Kate was stronger than he expected.

After letting out her rage, she regained her composure.

"Just wait, Chantelle. I don't care what it costs but I'll make sure you die!"

She sat at the vanity, gripping a comb so tightly it nearly snapped.

The reflection staring back at her was filled with pure fury.

Her makeup was bold and alluring, nothing like the light touch she used to prefer.

After a long pause, she made her decision and dialed a number from her address book.

"I'll be there tonight. I hope you keep your promise."

Daniel felt nothing for his old flame. The fool, Jerry, was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't just sit and wait for her death. She needed another way out.

Midnight. The biggest club in Easthan.

Kate stood outside, wearing a red tulle dress with a deep neckline. Heavy makeup covered her face.

Her sultry eyes held a trace of reluctance.

But she still walked inside.

After tonight, Easthan's proud and privileged Kate Bently would be gone.

In the private club, she was only Rebecca.

"Hey, gorgeous, you're like an angel from heaven. It's a shame you're stuck with these lowly fans. Why don't you come with me? Tell me what you want, and I'll give you anything."

A rich, pot-bellied man had his arm around Kate's waist and his hands wandered all over her body.

She smiled, but her eyes held nothing but disgust. Fortunately, the dim lighting hid it well. The man didn't notice.

"You'll give me anything I want? Really?"

Her voice was soft and sweet as she leaned into his arms.

In truth, it was just a test.

"Of course, babe. Clothes, jewelry—whatever you want. Just say the word, and it's yours. No questions asked!"

The old man gulped down his champagne.

Through his hazy, drunken eyes, all he saw was desire.

Kate thought luck was finally on her side after catching a wealthy fool so easily. She wouldn't have to rot in this filthy place any longer.

But the old man's answer crushed the hope that had sparked inside her.

He threw money around carelessly, acting bold and arrogant.

In the end, he was just an upstart who stumbled into wealth but had nothing of real value.

Compared to Daniel, he wasn't even worth considering.

This man wasn't even on Jerry's level. At least the Lowe family had some status.

"You can use those tricks on the younger girls. They mean nothing to me. Where's your sincerity?"

Kate brushed aside her freshly permed curls and slipped out of the old man's grasp.

He instantly realized she was about to demand an outrageous sum. His face darkened.

"Haha, sincerity? Who do you think you are? You're just a pretty little plaything. There are plenty of girls here. You're nothing special. If not for your looks and youth, I wouldn't waste my time on you."

The old man whose face flushed from drinking, sneered and hurled insults at her.

After having his fun, he walked off with two other girls clinging to him.

"Hah! Bastard! Who do you think you are? Talking nonsense like that!"

"If it weren't for that slut Chantelle getting in my way, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!"

"I'll have this rundown club torn down the moment I turn the tables!"

Kate had thought her beauty and figure would be enough to make this place bow to her.

To think even a worthless fool dared to mock her so openly.

Fury boiled inside her, so intense she felt like her breast implants might burst. She stood in the booth, shouting and cursing.

She now looked no different from a common market shrew.