The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 224 3/3 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 224: Hallway Conspiracies Third Person POV Jack followed Vanessa down the marble staircase, keeping a few steps behind her.

"Miss Mitchell," Jack said quietly, "what you did up there... Mr. Blake might not be pleased Vanessa shook her head. "He wants her locked up, doesn't he? She was being difficult, so I helped Christopher. He should thank me." "But..." Jack hesitated, looking back toward the upper floor. "You pushed her. What if she's injured? Vanessa laughed. "Please. It was just a little shove. She's a grown woman, not a child. What is she made of, paper? As if my push could actually hurt her." "Besides," she added, "she's trying to steal Christopher from me. She deserved a lesson. That was nothing compared to what she deserves." Jack kept his face neutral. "What if she complains to Mr. Blake? He values her opinion now. Whatever she says, he'll take seriously." Vanessa turned around, eyes flashing with anger. "She wouldn't dare! If she says a word, I'll destroy her." She stepped closer to Jack, pointing at his chest. "Remember, I helped you today. You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone." "Of course, Miss Mitchell," Jack replied. "I'm always on your side. If you don't wantto speak of it, I won't." He glanced toward the stairs again. "But you should be careful around Mr. Blake. Don't let your temper get the better of you. Don't accidentally admit what happened." Vanessa's expression softened slightly. "You're right. If Christopher asks, we'll say she refused to stay in the room and injured herself in the process." "Exactly," Jack agreed. "Much more believable." Vanessa smiled. "Jack, you're so good to me. If only Christopher treatedhalf as well as you do." Jack looked down, hiding the calculation in his eyes. "Miss Mitchell, you're beautiful. If you put your mind to it, few men could resist you." They reached the bottom of the staircase, and Vanessa seemed to cheer up at Jack's words.

"You know, before I never had the chance to really spend twith Christopher," she said. "But now, if I stay and make the effort, he'll see my worth. Then he won't want Angela anymore." She turned suddenly. "Where is Christopher now? When will he return?" "Mr. Blake is handling simportant matters," Jack replied. "He likely won't be back until evening." Jack gestured toward the dining room. "Would you care to stay for dinner, Miss Mitchell?" "Yes, I think I will, Vanessa replied, sounding satisfied.

As they walked toward the main living area, Vanessa looked back up the staircase, toward the room where Angela was locked away.

1/3 Chapter 224: Hallway Conspiracies This place..." she said quietly, Christopher hasn't been here for age, has he? And now he returns, all for Angela. Her face hardened. "I should have pushed her harder. Given her a proper tesson.

She smiled coldly. "But if she's staying here regularly, I'll have plenty of opportunities to deal with her." Three hours later, Vanessa had settled into the villa. Jack watched as she ordered staff to prepare a guest room- the one closest to Christopher's master suite.

"Have my luggage sent over immediately," she told a staff member. And I want fresh flowers." When the staff left, Vanessa turned to Jack. "What about that woman Christopher brought back? Has she been causing trouble?" Jack realized he'd been so busy with Vanessa's demands, he hadn't checked on Angela: "No, nothing at all.

Vanessa raised her eyebrows. "Really? I thought she was supposed to be unwilling to be with Christopher. Locked in a room without complaint? Don't you find that strange?" Jack felt concerned. If Angela truly didn't want to be here, her silence was unusual.

"Perhaps she's simply accepting her situation," Vanessa continued m "Probably eager to be here all along. Playing hard to get.

"I don't think-" Jack began, but stopped himself. The pieces pieces om suddenly connected in his mind.

Angela's silence wasn't strategy.

What if...

"That woman is cunning," Vanessa continued. "Playing Christopher with her fake reluctance. She's so manipulative."

Jack thought back to when Vanessa had pushed Angela. The sound of Angela's head hitting the marble floor had been clear, but he'd been too focused on Vanessa to check if Angela was hurt. "Miss Mitchell, I should check on Mrs. Wilson," he said.

Vanessa grabbed his arm. "Why bother? Let her play her little game. We don't need to concern ourselves." Before Jack could protest, Vanessa pulled him toward the terrace. "Clook at the sunset instead." Jack went with her, but looked back toward the upstairs hallway with worry.

Night had fallen when they heard a car outside. Vanessa, who had been sitting in the main room, sat up straight." "Is that" She went to the window, looking out into the darkness. "It's Christopher! He's back!" Jack watched as she quickly fixed her hair and put on lipstick.

The sound of a car door confirmed Christopher's arrival, and Vanessa smoothed her dress with nervous hands, clearly excited about seeing him.

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