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The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 803    |    Released on: Today at 18:17

hair. She reached out and took the

eet of paper out and smo

he page. The name was printed in

ed out of her lungs. Her pupils dilated as she stared

ad. Lena, sensing the sudden, violent shift in the

k. His hands hung loosely at his sides. His dark

ad up. Her eyes were

an?" she demanded, her voice

f-deprecating sigh. He reached up and pushed

ades ago, and we haven't seen a single dime of their money since, but the name still brings me nothing but endless trouble." He offered a bitter, perfectly crafted smile. "I

s eyes, searching for a li

built a wall. The man who controlled the global Vaughan empire would never stand in

tension drained from Carlee's sh

" Carlee muttered, looki

d, a flicker of wicked amusement dancing in the

photocopies of three maxed-out credit card stat

nstantly shifting into a ruthless b

him-scheduling conflicts, PR night

rporate enemies, he stripped the problems down to their core logic and off

led. She was completely captivated by this man who was

sk. "You're hired. One month probat

s. Barron." Even in the cheap suit, the movem

outer room. She dropped a massive stack

led violently under his weight. He stared at th

rted typing. His fingers flew acros

A massive, uncontrollable smile broke across

arlee walked toward the

heard Lena's voice. "So, Brade

mach plummeted. She held her breath

aden's deep voice

ee's chest. Her jaw tightened. She stepped i

out of my office," Carlee

the raw jealousy burning in her eyes. The

, his eyes locking onto hers

thick with double meaning. "My wife is a

gaze made her skin burn. Unable to hold eye contact, sh

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The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant
The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant
“Carlee signed the divorce papers without a second of hesitation, ending a three-year marriage to a billionaire husband she had never even met. She walked away with nothing, publicly cutting ties with both the Vaughan empire and her toxic family to launch her own jewelry design studio. Her family immediately retaliated. They mocked her as a useless, abandoned trophy wife and ruthlessly blacklisted her new company from every major supplier in the city, intent on forcing her to crawl back. Exhausted but defiant, she hired a handsome, seemingly broke valet she bumped into outside a hotel to be her personal assistant. She even bought him a tailored suit, pitying his maxed-out credit cards and his desperate need for a paycheck. But things quickly stopped making sense. Why did this humble assistant possess such lethal combat skills, effortlessly snapping a two-hundred-pound bodyguard's wrist to protect her? And why did top-tier luxury store managers bow to him in absolute, trembling terror? "Whatever is happening, I will handle it." Carlee found a foolish comfort in her poor assistant's reassuring voice. She had absolutely no idea that the man sitting at the wobbly desk in her cramped office was Braden Vaughan-her legally divorced ex-husband. And the ruthless billionaire was currently orchestrating a global financial massacre from the shadows, entirely obsessed with clearing her path to the top.”