Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire by Rabbit (Chapters 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30)

Chapter 21

Chris agreed and dismissed Rocco, despite Rocco’s apparent wish to stay. He and Kimberly then shared a quiet breakfast before he left.

After Chris left, Kimberly felt a wave of relief wash over her. She completed her meal in quiet contemplation, soon finding a reason to go back to her room.

On her vanity, an array of bottles was displayed, one of which was shaped like a teardrop.

As Kimberly neared, her gaze sharpened. She sat at the vanity and picked up the teardrop-shaped bottle.

Had Rocco been there, he would have immediately recognized this bottle as the one featured on the magazine cover.

Chris had spoken of the internationally acclaimed perfumer Kiley, who was, in reality, Kimberly herself.

This secret identity was closely held by Kimberly, known only to her and Declan from her past life.

Kimberly shut her eyes, and when she opened them again, a coldness filled her gaze. She opened the drawer, removed all the bottles, placed them into a bag, and tucked it away in a hidden corner of the wardrobe.

Having secured the bottles, she shut the wardrobe, settled back on the bed, and after pondering a moment, picked up her phone to initiate a video call.

The call connected swiftly, revealing a delicate and beautiful face on the screen. The woman, not much older than thirty, appeared somewhat tired from several sleepless nights, with dark circles under her eyes that were impossible to hide.

Upon seeing Kimberly, the woman’s expression brightened slightly, and she offered a warm smile, radiating familiarity.

“Kimberly, what made you to call today?”

Kimberly’s features softened, her voice tender and cheerful. “I just missed you,

Auntie Mabel. I have some thrilling news to share with you!”

The woman was Mabel Holden, the leader of the Holden Group.

Kimberly’s grandparents had welcomed a daughter later in their lives. Mabel was fifteen years younger than Kimberly’s father and only seven years older than Kimberly herself.

Due to their small age difference, Mabel and Kimberly related to each other more as friends or companions instead of the usual elder and junior relationship.

“What’s the good news?” Mabel asked, her interest evident.

Just then, a man’s voice hesitated in the background. “Ms. Holden, regarding the new energy project…”

On the other end, Mabel’s smile disappeared, and her eyebrows drew together in annoyance. “Can’t you see I’m on a video call with my niece? Please leave now, and we’ll talk about the project later!”

As the rightful heir of the Holden family, Mabel assumed the family responsibilities following the death of Kimberly’s father.

Initially, Kimberly was oblivious to the intense internal conflicts within the Holden Group. It was only after encountering some evil individuals, who spoke poorly of Mabel, that Kimberly understood the extent her aunt had gone to safeguard the company and legacy left by her father, having survived three car accidents in a single month.

Feeling sorry for her aunt, Kimberly promptly returned to the Holden family to clarify her position. She desired only the inheritance from her parents and was uninterested in the Holden Group’s leadership.

It was only after this that Mabel solidified her leadership role.

After quickly dismissing the project manager, Mabel returned her attention to the video call, her eyes showing concern and her smile slightly strained. “Continue, Kimberly, what’s the good news?”

A look of worry crossed Kimberly’s face.

“Auntie Mabel, you don’t have to stress about the funding anymore. I’ve managed to secure an investment from the Howard family!”

“What did you just say? An investment from the Howard family?”

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Mabel was completely taken aback by Kimberly’s words. She stared in disbelief at the phone screen, where Kimberly’s makeup-free face still radiated with celebrity glamour.

It took her a moment to collect herself.

“Kimberly… Did someone say something to you? How did you find out about the Holden Group’s financial troubles?”

Facing Mabel’s confused look, Kimberly experienced a twinge of guilt but maintained her composure, responding vaguely, “I heard from Declan. He mentioned that the Holden Group has recently been investing in a new energy project.”

In her past life, the Holden Group faced financial issues during this period. Only later did Kimberly learn of Declan’s involvement.

“Recently? Is that what he told you?” Mabel sneered.

At that time, new energy vehicles were just starting to become popular in the country, and many people were keen on this profitable opportunity. Mabel, who had studied abroad, possessed a fresh business perspective and had been watching this project for two or three years, getting a head start compared to others. If it hadn’t been for the financial difficulties, the Holden Group’s new energy project might have successfully launched this month.

As for Declan… He had only decided to engage in the new energy project six months prior, making a grand show of it to ensure everyone was aware of his interest.

In Kimberly’s previous life, he had even used her necklace to win over Renee’s favor and secure her investment, propelling the project forward almost overnight.

A year later, the Holden Group’s new energy venture finally got off the ground.

In her past life, Kimberly had become suspicious because the Walsh Group’s business partners ended up in legal battles with the Holden Group.

This occurred soon after the Walsh Group launched their new energy project, yet it hardly made headlines.

After her rebirth, Kimberly continued to dwell on these events, suspecting something was amiss.

Why had Declan suddenly pursued a new energy project?

How had he managed to accelerate the past two to three years of the Holden Group’s efforts in just six months?

Additionally, considering the legal battles between the Holden Group and the partners of the Walsh Group, which resulted in the Holden Group paying millions, Kimberly suspected a deeper conspiracy.

When Kimberly brought up Declan, Mabel frowned, a look of disdain briefly crossing her face, her voice chilling. “Not recently. The Holden Group has been focused on this new energy project for more than two years. I wouldn’t have disclosed any information before we were ready.”

Mabel didn’t question Kimberly’s intentions. She seemed to remember something, her gaze intensifying as she looked directly at Kimberly.

“Kimberly, you just mentioned securing an investment from the Howard family for the Holden Group? But the Walsh Group has also been working on a new energy project recently. Why didn’t you help the Walsh Group secure funding, instead directing it to the Holden Group?”

Kimberly always shared positive news, sparing Mabel with the negative. She seldom spoke about her marriage or the discord between her and the Walsh siblings, leaving Mabel oblivious to Kimberly’s distress within her marriage.

Kimberly quickly noticed a brief look of emotion in Mabel’s eyes. Before fully processing it, she heard Mabel’s probing question. She explained, “He’s not worth it! Aunt Mabel, I’m planning to divorce him!”

“Divorce him?” Mabel reacted with surprise, asking, “Why divorce? Weren’t you absolutely in love with him, insisting that you wanted to marry him?”

Kimberly found herself speechless at her aunt’s blunt words, feeling deeply embarrassed.

It wasn’t Mabel’s fault for her blunt phrasing. In her previous life, Kimberly had indeed been naively infatuated.

After pausing momentarily, Kimberly resolved to share them to share the truth. “He was unfaithful. You know I cannot tolerate any form of deception.”

She decided not to mention the mistreatment and humiliation she endured from the Walsh family, not out of indifference but… It simply was too humiliating to admit!

Given her proud nature, she couldn’t bear to reveal her dismal life or how miserable her circumstances were within the Walsh family, not even to her own family.

“That bastard Declan!” Mabel exploded in anger, slamming her hand on the table. “How dare he bully you! Kimberly, divorce him! You have my full support!”

Kimberly was briefly taken aback, not anticipating Mabel’s reaction to be so strong. Her heart warmed at what her aunt had said.

Her expression turned determined. “Don’t worry, I definitely will divorce him.”

Mabel’s expression was dark. She took a deep breath to compose herself, then sat back down, focusing on the phone screen.

Mabel said, “I never mentioned it before because I didn’t want to burden you. That scumbag Declan conspired with your uncle to steal secrets from the company’s new energy project and used your uncle’s influence to lure away the Holden Group’s business partners.

I was willing to overlook it, given he was your husband, but I never imagined Declan would stoop so low as to bully you! Does he really think the Holden family has no power? That bastard, this time, I’ll address both past and present grievances with him!”

At Mabel’s declaration, all of Kimberly’s suspicions were confirmed.

So it was indeed Declan orchestrating troubles from the shadows!

“Aunt Mabel… When did you find out?”

Mabel, having released her anger, regained her composure. Reflecting on the chaos at home, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed, gently massaging her forehead.

“I only discovered it recently. It never crossed my mind that your uncle would team up with the Walsh family against our own company.

Upon investigating, I learned he had secretly funded the Walsh Group’s project.”

Following the car accident that claimed Kimberly’s parents, the superficial unity within the Holden family crumbled, leading her elder and younger uncles to demand a division of the family assets.

Kimberly’s grandfather, Archie Holden, was elderly and in declining health, unable to manage these disputes, and thus he allowed the family to split.

The growth of the Holden Group to its current status was largely due to the tireless efforts and dedication of Kimberly’s father, Caiden Holden, over a decade.

Kimberly’s elder and younger uncles each received only ten percent of the shares. Their goal was to control the entire Holden Group, and such a small stake was far from satisfying.

However, it was unthinkable that Kimberly’s elder uncle would conspire with outsiders against their own company.

That was like biting the hand that fed him!

Kimberly’s eyes grew cold as if a thought had crossed her mind. She lifted her gaze to look at Mabel. “About this matter, do you have any concrete evidence, Aunt Mabel?”

Mabel was surprised by the question, believing Kimberly doubted her honesty. She pressed her lips together. “No. But I can obtain it. Kimberly, do you still have hope for that scumbag?”

She had previously respected the relationship between Declan and Kimberly, hence she had not pursued evidence.

However, obtaining proof was certainly within Mabel’s capabilities.

Surprised by such a direct question, Kimberly paused, feeling somewhat at a loss. “What are you suggesting? I think it’s time they learned a harsh lesson.”

“You’re absolutely right. We should teach them a harsh lesson!” As Mabel pondered the deceitful and ambitious actions of Declan and Kimberly’s uncle, her expression hardened, and she clenched her teeth, teeth, saying, “Otherwise, these individuals might believe we are an easy target! What’s your plan?”

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Since Kimberly had already mentioned it, she clearly had a strategy in mind.

Mabel looked at Kimberly expectantly and requested her plan.

Kimberly narrowed her eyes, taking a moment to think before responding with determination. “Let’s start by collecting evidence of their scheme to steal project secrets. Once we have concrete proof, we’ll expose them all at once.”

Her voice was cold and firm, reflecting the seriousness with which she viewed these betrayers as enemies.

Mabel was briefly taken aback, but a look of relief filled her eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“We’ll proceed as you suggest. I’ll begin looking into their conspiracy immediately. Whatever you decide, you have my full support.

Mabel was not naive. She noticed a shift in Kimberly, particularly when she spoke of Declan. The loathing in Kimberly’s eyes was clear.

At first, Mabel thought Kimberly’s talk of divorce might be just an impulsive reaction or a mere disagreement with Declan. Now, she was convinced.

Kimberly felt a surge of emotion upon hearing Mabel’s support.

In her previous life, Mabel had always shown her unwavering trust and support, no matter what.

Unfortunately, since Declan had rescued her when she was young, she had always seen him through an idealized lens. Even when she felt something was wrong, as long as Declan soothed her with his words and simple explanations, she believed him and refrained from questioning further. 2

But deep down, she had doubts. Declan often dismissed her concerns with shallow excuses, knowing well that Kimberly would trust him as blindly as Mabel trusted her. His justifications were weak.

The downfall of the Holden Group and Mabel’s misfortune was largely due to her misguided trust.

Kimberly harbored deep remorse towards Mabel. Now granted a second chance by fate, she was resolute in rectifying her past mistakes and ensuring that Mabel’s trust was not misplaced.

Chris stepped out of the villa, walking at a leisurely pace. As he passed the rose garden, he paused, took a moment to think, and then wandered over to water the roses with a watering can that was nearby.

His actions reflected the comfort of someone tending to their own garden.

Not far from him, Rocco leaned against the gate, his medical kit at his side, observing the scene with a hint of amusement. He couldn’t resist teasing, “Chris, you do remember your villa is just across the street, right? Be careful not to overwater, or Mrs. Walsh might scold you for damaging her roses.”

Chris stopped briefly, then resumed his watering, the sunlight casting a peaceful glow around him.

He sharply retorted, “If you can’t say anything positive, don’t say anything at all.”

Rocco laughed softly, clearly entertained as he watched Chris water the roses.

“I thought you had moved past all this, but it seems I was mistaken. You’ve left the Howard family estate to live here at Lakeview Haven Villas, and you called me here early in the morning to check on her. Chris, what were you thinking?”

Rocco’s tone changed from playful to serious as he reminded Chris, saying, “Remember, she’s married to someone else now.” The

underlying message was clear: certain feelings should be controlled. While they might not be erased, they should be concealed and not exposed. “You might end up causing her trouble.”

Chris lowered his gaze, a turmoil of emotions visible in his eyes. After he finished watering the roses, he placed the watering can aside and admired the roses, now gleaming vibrantly under the sunlight. A faint smile touched his lips.

He walked towards Rocco and stopped in front of him, raising his eyebrows slightly. “She’s married, but that doesn’t mean she won’t get divorced.”

Rocco was taken aback. Having known Chris for over twenty years, he felt he understood. him well. Yet, Chris’s statement surprised him, causing him to frown.

“Are you actually hoping she gets divorced?”

Rocco, who valued his strong moral principles, couldn’t help but feel disappointed in his childhood friend.

“Chris, some thoughts are better kept inside. Don’t rush into actions that might disrupt someone else’s marriage, or you’ll lose my respect.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Chris replied, amused by Rocco’s caution. He scoffed and walked towards the villa across the street. “I have no intention of being anyone’s secret lover.”

Rocco, Chris, and Felix had grown up together.

Even though Rocco had lost his parents and been cast aside by his calculating relatives, his parents had been close friends with Chris’s family. After leaving the Braxton family, Rocco lived with the Howard family for a decade.

Renee had become quite fond of Rocco, treating him as if he were her own grandson.

To those on the outside, Rocco was practically a Howard, though he seldom attended business events, choosing instead to immerse himself in the medical field.

Even someone as detached from gossip as Rocco was aware of the scandalous nature of Declan and Valerie’s relationship; their indiscretion was well known.

They made no effort to hide it.

It was evident that Kimberly had suffered greatly during her year of marriage to Declan.

“But securing a divorce might not be so straightforward.” Chris suddenly stopped, his tone somber and deep.

Rocco, caught by surprise, nearly walked into him. He stopped abruptly, his eyes wide in astonishment.

“Declan won’t agree to a divorce? Why not? Doesn’t he have feelings for Valerie?

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Chris’s eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to face Rocco, his voice deep, saying, “He neither said he disagreed nor did he say he agreed. However, from what I can see, he doesn’t want to divorce Kimberly.”

Remembering Declan’s reaction from earlier that day, a cold glint flickered in Chris’s eyes. As a man himself, how could Chris not understand Declan’s true motives?

Had Declan genuinely wanted a divorce, he would have readily signed the papers when Kimberly presented them and left Lakeview Haven Villas with his luggage.

After that, they could have quickly gone to the courthouse, finalized everything, and moved on with their lives.

But Declan hadn’t reacted that way. Instead, he demanded to be let in; when Kimberly refused to let him in, he furiously ordered Bryce to break down the villa’s gate.

Such actions didn’t seem like those of a man eager to end his marriage.

Hearing this, Rocco was taken aback. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully and stroked his chin, puzzled. “That’s odd. Declan poisoned Kimberly, after all. And from what I know, Kimberly is still… well… untouched. What’s Declan really up to?”

Chris’s eyes intensified. The mention of the poison in Kimberly’s system being linked to Declan instantly made him lose his composure.

He grasped Rocco’s wrist, his voice turning cold and forceful. “Hold on! How do you know Declan is responsible for the poison? Did Kimberly tell you that?!”

Rocco recoiled under Chris’s intense stare and stammered, “N-no, Ms. Holden didn’t mention anyone specifically. It was just a guess…”

Chris was momentarily speechless, his deep gaze locked on Rocco. Knowing Rocco well, Chris was aware that he didn’t make careless statements. It seemed likely Rocco had uncovered something significant. “Do you have any proof?”

Rocco cautiously met Chris’s stern look. Sensing Chris’s irritation, he hesitated before sharing his suspicions.

“I found half a glass of milk on Ms. Holden’s dressing table, with some unknown residue at the bottom. It appeared to have been mixed with some kind of powder. Consider it, who else could secretly administer a slow-acting poison to Ms. Holden? I drew some of her blood and discovered she had been poisoned for at least six months… It could only be someone close to her, someone she trusts.”

Chris furrowed his brows, his expression turning grave.

Though he wasn’t pleased when he heard that Kimberly trusted Declan, he had to admit that Rocco’s theory was logical.

If Declan was indeed the one poisoning Kimberly, everything would fall into place.

“No wonder she wouldn’t tell me when I asked. She was protecting Declan!” Reflecting on Kimberly’s elusive answers, Chris realized the truth.

His expression turned cold with rage. He couldn’t decide if he was angrier at Declan for poisoning Kimberly and putting her life at risk, or at Kimberly for knowing and yet not condemning Declan. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

“Um…” Rocco raised his hand, catching Chris’s indifferent look. He retreated a bit, speaking gently. “Could it be that Ms. Holden only recently found out? Maybe she’s not protecting Declan, but… given her pride, she might feel that family issues should stay private?”

“Stay private?” Chris narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of danger evident in his gaze. He suddenly chuckled coldly. “If she truly believed that, she wouldn’t have publicly exposed that adulterous pair at the party last night! Kimberly isn’t as traditional as you might think.”

Rocco found himself without a comeback. He rubbed his nose and offered an awkward smile. “Yeah. Maybe I’m overthinking it.

Perhaps she is protecting Declan. Who can say?”

Chris was at a loss for words.

He wondered if Rocco was intentionally provoking him. Every statement Rocco made today was something Chris didn’t want to hear.

Chris gave Rocco a sharp, cold stare and turned to walk away, not interested in further discussion.

“Hey, wait for me…” Rocco called after him.

“Why are you following me? Shouldn’t you be in your lab analyzing her blood?” Chris continued towards his villa, not turning back, his voice detached and cool.

Rocco stopped, feeling slightly aggrieved. As he watched Chris’s retreating figure, he complained, “Chris, you’re so ruthless! You dragged me here early in the morning, didn’t even offer me breakfast, and now you’re sending me away. You’re not acting like a friend at all!”

“Say whatever you want, just go away.”

Chris’s reply was harsh and dismissive.

Rocco sighed and walked away from the villa, giving up on breakfast.

Just then, he noticed two women banging on the gate of the villa across the street. The one knocking was older, probably in her forties or fifties, dressed in wealthy attire, adorned with a pearl necklace and a sparkling bracelet, both clearly expensive.

The younger woman next to her was dressed in high-end designer clothes, clutching a Hermes bag that boasted a price tag in the hundreds of thousands. Her posture was delicate and seemingly vulnerable as if crafted to garner sympathy. Clearly, this was none other than Valerie.

“Open the gate! Kimberly, you shameless bitch, come out here! I know you can hear me! Come out and open the gate! What kind of daughter-in-law treats her mother-in-law this way? Do you have no shame?” The angry middle-aged woman shouting was none other than Declan’s mother, Samira Walsh!

Rocco paused, his eyes widening a bit, taken aback by the intense drama unfolding before him.

He paused for a moment, then tucked himself into a hidden corner, setting down his medical kit and secretly recording the scene with his phone.

Shortly after, a figure hurried out from the villa across the street.

It was Maggie.

Samira narrowed her eyes, her irritation mounting when she saw that it was Maggie who answered her calls instead of Kimberly. “Where is that bitch Kimberly?! Bring her out here now!”

Maggie had been about to open the gate for Samira, but hearing Samira’s harsh words, her expression darkened, and she hesitated. “Mrs. Walsh, Ms. Holden is in the process of divorcing Mr. Declan Walsh. I’d advise you to choose your words carefully! This is not a place for your family’s disturbances!” 1

Samira was briefly stunned, then her face contorted with fury. “Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?”

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“Huh! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” Samira mocked, “I suggest you bring Kimberly out here. I have no time to waste on a disrespectful servant like you!”

Maggie frowned, regarding Samira with hatred. “Are you deaf? I already told you, the Walsh family has nothing to do with Ms. Holden anymore. Leave now, or I’ll have security remove you!”

“You damn bitch!” Samira immediately erupted in anger and reached out to grab Maggie’s face. However, she was too bulky, and her arm got wedged in the gate. Struggling only made her more stuck.

“Valerie! Quick, help me!” Samira’s tone shifted from confrontational to desperate, calling for her daughter’s assistance.

Valerie snapped to attention, grasping her mother’s arm. “Mom, just hold on, it’ll be over quickly…

As she finished her sentence, she yanked forcefully.

“Ah!” was the piercing scream that followed from Samira.

Valerie believed Samira’s arm was free, but when she realized it was still stuck, her eyes widened, a hint of disgust flashing in them. Still, she kept a gentle and concerned expression. “Mom, you’re too big! It won’t come out!”

Pain twisted Samira’s face, and Valerie’s comment about her size visibly upset her. Yet, unable to scold her daughter, she turned her frustration towards Maggie, who stood by watching. “Get Kimberly out here now! If I get hurt, my son won’t let her off! And you! What the hell are you staring at?”

Maggie gave a cold laugh, stepping back. She knew Samira was looking for a confrontation. “Serves you right! Why don’t you stay stuck, you damn fat old witch? Why should Ms. Holden come out? She’s not a doctor. Even your own daughter can’t help you, and you expect Ms. Holden to? Keep dreaming!”

Samira infuriated, had not expected even a maid like Maggie to stand up to her so boldly. Her rage was close to boiling over. “You bitch! Open the gate if you dare, and see if I don’t take you down myself!”

“Hey! Mind your language!” Valerie interjected, visibly upset, “Regardless, my mother is still Kimberly’s mother-in-law. How can you treat her this way? Do you want me to call Declan to handle this?!”

Valerie was merely bluffing and had no intention of calling Declan since she and Samira hadn’t even told him about their visit.

And regarding Samira’s arm being stuck… What did that have to do with Valerie?

It wasn’t Valerie’s arm that was caught, nor was she the one feeling the pain.

She was convinced that Kimberly would come out after hearing such a commotion!

“What’s all this noise about?” came Kimberly’s cool, displeased voice from behind.

Maggie turned to see Kimberly and stepped aside, her expression regretful. “I apologize, Ms. Holden. Did we interrupt your rest? I should have managed this situation better…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kimberly approached briskly, her tone reassuring as she said, “It’s not your fault. It’s hard to find peace with a dog endlessly barking outside, isn’t it?”

Upon hearing this, Samira, who had been confidently waiting for Kimberly to come and assist her, was stunned and enraged upon realizing Kimberly was referring to her. “Kimberly! You bitch! Who are you calling a dog?!”

Kimberly looked at Samira indifferently, a hint of amusement in her eyes, her red lips curling into a smirk. “Why take it personally? Only a dog would respond.”

Samira’s face turned a shade of deep red, and she shouted at Kimberly, “I’ll have Declan sort you out! You’ll pay for this, you bitch!”

Kimberly observed Samira with a cold, mocking smile. “Sorry, but you won’t get that chance.”

She flung a document at Samira’s face. “Here, take this back and have your son sign it!”

Valerie, with sharp eyes, caught sight of the large letters on the document’s cover. She gasped, swiftly grabbing the paper. Upon reading the words clearly, she couldn’t contain her joy. “Mom, look! It’s a divorce agreement! Kimberly truly wants to divorce Declan. That maid wasn’t making it up!”

Valerie quickly passed the document to Samira. Initially taken aback, Samira soon snapped back and retorted, “What are you talking about? It’s not Kimberly who wants to divorce Declan; he’s the one who wants to divorce her!”

“Yes, let’s rush back and give Declan the good news, Mom!” Valerie was overjoyed. She alone knew how eagerly she had awaited this moment, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events!

She had suggested to Declan the idea of divorcing Kimberly and marrying her, but each time she mentioned it, Declan would pretend not to understand and change the subject. Valerie had to maintain her image, so she never pushed him to explain. She understood that Kimberly, unlike herself who was merely adopted by the Walsh family, was the cherished biological daughter of the Holden family!

Valerie figured that Declan, recently solidifying his role within the Walsh Group, was cautious about Kimberly’s prominent status and feared public backlash, hence his reluctance to broach the topic of divorce.

But she was convinced that, deep down, Declan truly wished to divorce Kimberly!

Regaining her composure, Samira looked at Kimberly with a complex gaze. “You… Why have you suddenly decided to let go of my son? Are you having an affair?”

Kimberly’s abrupt shift was startling. Samira eyed her intently, unable to hide her mixed feelings. In her eyes, her son Declan was irresistible. Although she scorned Kimberly for her apparent desperation to be with Declan, she couldn’t deny feeling a sense of pride.

After all, before marrying Declan, Kimberly was the most desired socialite in Javille!

Kimberly’s status, beauty, elegance, and charm were beyond criticism!

Such a woman being devoted to Declan was a point of pride!

But Samira never anticipated that Kimberly would suddenly seek a divorce from Declan!

What an ungrateful bitch!

Kimberly’s brow furrowed slightly, clearly taken aback by Samira’s accusation, and she responded coldly, “Do you really think your son Declan is that appealing? I’m done with him and want out. Is that not allowed?”

“Shut up! How dare you speak ill of my son! Kimberly, you can go to hell!”

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Samira felt her anger surge, her whole body pulsing with irritation. She reached out her other hand, aiming to scratch Kimberly’s face, but this arm of hers also became trapped in the gate, unable to move an inch.

Samira was completely shocked.

Valerie, too, was shocked, hardly believing that Samira could be so rash as to get caught the same way twice!

Observing this absurd scene, Kimberly was initially taken aback. Then, unable to contain herself, she erupted into laughter.

The image of Samira, appearing as though she were in handcuffs, was truly funny.

When had the formidable and assertive Samira ever been in such a dilemma?

Samira’s face flushed a deep red. Seeing Kimberly laughing so openly at her expense, she screamed in a fit of rage, “Shut up! Kimberly, stop laughing! If you laugh again, I’ll…”

She stopped mid-sentence. Her usual threat involved Declan potentially divorcing Kimberly.

It wasn’t a novel threat but had always been effective.

But now… Kimberly seemed completely indifferent.

“You will? You’ll have your son divorce me? Please do, I would welcome it,” Kimberly said, a playful smirk on her face, the amusement clear in her eyes. Noticing Samira’s furious gaze, she chuckled and turned to Maggie. “Call the property management to bring some tools to deal with this.”

“Yes, Ms. Holden,” Maggie responded, struggling to hold back her own laughter. She promptly contacted the property staff and then fetched a lounge chair for Kimberly, also preparing a fruit platter.

Thus, Kimberly relaxed comfortably on the chair, spearing a slice of fresh watermelon with a fork and savoring it. Maggie stood beside her, and they both enjoyed the spectacle of Samira’s hopeless anger.

“Bitch, bitch! If I had known, I would never have allowed you into the Walsh family. Just because you have a bit of money, you believe you can look down on my son after bringing in a hundred million? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Yes, absolutely, Mrs. Walsh, you’re quite right. Therefore, when I divorce your son, I would appreciate it if he returns my money,” Kimberly responded, not with anger but with a sweet smile, requesting to return the money she had brought into the Walsh family.

In the past, such humiliation from Samira would have enraged Kimberly, given that Samira was her mother-in-law.

Kimberly had been born into wealth, enjoying a carefree existence for her first twenty years. Her parents adored her, giving her a monthly allowance of ten million more than she could ever spend. Surrounded by wealthy friends who indulged and complimented her, she had always been the center of attention, never needing to concern herself with others. opinions.

Perhaps her life had been too easy, lacking any real challenges, which fostered her proud and ostentatious character. She was like a dazzling star, bright and brilliant.

Her only real brush with adversity came at age eight, during a summer camp organized by her elite elementary school. They experienced a terrorist attack on a luxury cruise ship!

Her school charged fifty thousand in annual fees, and the camp included a cruise to a private island near Javille, owned by the Holden family.

As one of Javille’s four major families, the Holdens had a century-old legacy and profound connections.

With such a distinguished background, Kimberly was a standout at school. Not only did she come from a prominent family, but she was also stunningly beautiful, with an exceptional figure and presence.

She was intelligent and talented, excelling in her studies and consistently ranking first in her grade. She mastered various forms of art, including classical dance, and possessed a flexible, slender physique. She had even participated in national competitions and won championships.

Kimberly was the epitome of the “perfect child” from a young age, destined to be in the spotlight.

At eighteen, when she competed in a nationally broadcast event, her performance captivated the entire country. This was why someone as notable as Felix could claim that she could enchant the entire high society with just one smile.

Yet, out of all her admirers, she chose Declan, all because of that cruise ship terrorist attack.

Her repeated forgiveness only led to more betrayals. How could Kimberly not resent Declan?

She longed to tear Declan apart, discard him, and scatter his remains in the sewers!

“Dream on!” Samira retorted when she heard Kimberly’s demand for the return of the money. She glared at Kimberly and said, “You insisted on giving that money to my son, and now you want it back? No chance!”

Kimberly’s thoughts snapped back to the present, her expression darkening. “That was my money! Regardless, the Walsh family has risen above its modest origins. I’ll overlook the projects my family supported, but the one hundred million, you must return it to me.”

Chapter 27

Samira chuckled coldly. “You said it yourself, you brought it into our family. Since when do you take back what you once gave? Plus, we didn’t skimp on your wedding gift.”

Upon hearing this, Kimberly couldn’t remain passive. She slowly sat up, her expression cold. She slid off her bracelet. “This bracelet, you mean?”

Her laughter was tinged with anger. “To my knowledge, this bracelet isn’t even worth two hundred thousand. Do you really think you can swap this insignificant bracelet for a hundred million? You shameless old witch, how did I not see your true nature before?”

A trace of fluster crossed Samira’s eyes. She obviously didn’t expect Kimberly to know the bracelet’s actual value. Before she could respond, Valerie intervened, unable to stay silent any longer. “Kimberly, you’re going too far! This bracelet may not be very valuable, but it has been in the Walsh family for generations. It symbolizes the lady of the Walsh house. For that reason alone, it’s priceless!”

Valerie watched Kimberly closely. She had kept quiet until now because she wanted to avoid a complete fallout and the ensuing discomfort.

Kimberly’s influence was undeniable. With her recent decision to step down as Mrs. Walsh, Valerie saw no reason to keep targeting her.

Ultimately, Valerie’s concern wasn’t Kimberly herself, but the powerful Holden family backing her!

Everyone was aware that Mabel Holden, Kimberly’s aunt, led the Holden family. Their bond was reportedly very strong. Though the Holden family wasn’t confronting Declan directly at the moment, overpowering Valerie, an adopted daughter of the Walsh family would be a simple task.

However, hearing Kimberly insist that Declan return her money pushed Valerie beyond her limits. After all, it was about a hundred million! Not just a hundred, not a thousand, but a hundred million!

Given that the Walsh family’s annual profits were merely seventy to eighty million, Kimberly’s demand would force the family to tighten their belts for an entire year!

Such a heartless woman!

Kimberly was completely lost for words. She reclined once more, popped an imported grape into her mouth, and nonchalantly passed the bracelet to Maggie, who was fanning her.

“Since you value this bracelet at a hundred million, I wouldn’t dream wouldn’t dream of keeping something so treasured. I’ll sell it to you. Just make sure to transfer a hundred million to my account, or else…” Kimberly glanced at Valerie with a faint smile, though her voice chilled. “The Holden family’s legal team is quite serious. Maggie, please hand the bracelet to Miss Walsh.”

“Yes, Miss Holden!” Maggie smiled, grabbed the bracelet, and strode over to Valerie, holding it out with both hands and gently said, “Miss Walsh, when will you transfer the funds?”

“Kimberly!” Valerie’s face turned crimson with rage, and her tone was sharp as she addressed Kimberly. She seized the bracelet, poised to hurl it to the ground.

Just then, Kimberly interjected, “If you dare destroy it, I’ll notify the police. Remember, as you put it, this bracelet is valued at a hundred million. Not even Declan can shield you. Do you think I can’t make sure you face severe legal repercussions?”

Valerie’s body shook, and she quickly pulled back her hand. Her eyes are red, she bit her lip and turned to Samir. “Mom! Look at her, she’s being so domineering! This bracelet was a gift from Grandma to you. You wore it always. You gave it to Kimberly as a kind gesture, but she didn’t value it. I merely spoke a few words, and she treated me harshly…”

Valerie’s words were filled with sorrow and quickly ignited Samira’s fury.

But before Samira could respond, a flurry of footsteps sounded. Four men in suits were approaching quickly; they were from the property management.

The lead, the property manager, hurried up, respectfully bowed to Kimberly through the gate, and said, “Miss Holden, apologies for the delay.”

Kimberly gave a soft snort and, with a glance, instructed the property manager, “Find a way to get that old witch’s arms out and make her leave.”

She knew better than to expect Samira to willingly return her money just from their conversation, aware of Samira’s stingy nature. Samira would rather face death than give back a hundred million, and she didn’t have the final say in the Walsh family. The real negotiation needed to be with Declan.

“Understood.” With a nod from the property manager, the men carrying toolboxes moved in to start their work.

Samira looked on grimly, keeping quiet in front of the staff. After all, she was Mrs. Walsh, a figure of status, and she needed to maintain her composure in public.

She also knew better than to air family grievances in public.

The property team labored under the intense midday sun. As the heat intensified, Samira could no longer contain her frustration and shouted, “Are you finished yet!? Under this scorching sun, are you trying to roast us alive? Do you realize who we are? If we get heatstroke, your lives wouldn’t cover the compensation!”

Samira was drenched in sweat, and the property staff were no less uncomfortable, particularly in their suits. One of the workers, overwhelmed by irritation, threw his tools to the ground. “We can’t release her! Not without breaking the gate down!”

Before the property manager could respond, Kimberly’s cold voice cut through, saying, “No way!”

Everyone turned as Kimberly rose from her lounge chair and approached, a formidable and cold presence about her.

She moved against the sunlight, her long, slightly wavy hair flowing behind her, her features striking and captivating.

The property team paused, taken aback.

Kimberly halted before them, hands casually tucked in her pockets, her demeanor poised but expressionless. She said calmly, “Who will cover the costs if the gate is damaged?”

Her eyes then settled on the property manager as she inquired, “Will your team be responsible?”

Her gaze shifted slowly toward Samira and Valerie. “Or will it be them? This gate isn’t ordinary. It was custom-made by a renowned designer and imported from Fusha. It’s worth five hundred thousand.”

A memory seemed to flicker across Kimberly’s mind, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she looked with disdain at the bracelet in Valerie’s grip. “This gate is worth far more than some so-called heirloom that’s been handed down through generations.”

At her words, the atmosphere shifted. The property manager and His team wore expressions of concern. Five hundred thousand! That amount nearly equaled four years of their wages. How could they possibly afford that?

Chapter 28

Samira’s and Valerie’s expressions darkened. They believed Kimberly was intentionally making them look bad!

Indeed, Kimberly was mocking and shaming them.

Valerie felt particularly insulted as she clenched the jade bracelet in her hand. She remembered fighting with Samira over it since it had been given to Samira by Declan’s grandmother, symbolizing the matriarch of the Walsh family. Samira had passed it to Kimberly, which infuriated Valerie.

She had long wanted to reclaim the bracelet from Kimberly, but Kimberly’s scornful words, suggesting that even the iron gate of her villa was more valuable than the bracelet, made Valerie feel demeaned, like a beggar scavenging through Kimberly’s cast-offs!

“Kimberly, you’re being too harsh with your words! You’re clearly disrespecting my mother and the Walsh family!”

“Yes,” Kimberly responded nonchalantly. She gave Valerie a dismissive glance, her pride intact, and chuckled softly. “I do look down on you. What are you going to do about it?”

Valerie’s face soured, her eyes blazing with rage.

She trembled with anger, yet was speechless. Because… She was powerless against Kimberly!

“Enough!” Samira interjected sharply.

“Valerie, call your brother! Tell him to come here right away and divorce this woman!” Then, with a menacing and slightly smug look at Kimberly, she added, “Eager to divorce my son, aren’t you? I’ll call him right now, Kimberly. Let’s see if you’ll end up pleading with my son!”

Samira was convinced that Kimberly didn’t genuinely want a divorce from Declan but was merely causing drama to capture his attention.

She was sure Kimberly wouldn’t remain so defiant once her son arrived.

In the end, wouldn’t she have to obediently beg for mercy?

Valerie bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stepped aside to call Declan.

Kimberly observed Samira’s self-satisfied look with detachment. She was uninterested in arguing with the mother-daughter pair and indifferent about whether Declan would show up. She asked calmly, “So, have you decided what to do about this situation?”

The property manager wiped his brow, his smile forced. “Ms. Holden, you summoned us here to deal with this, and now the only option left is to break the gate. Isn’t it unreasonable for you to seek compensation from us?”

Kimberly arched an eyebrow, her smile subtle. “What are you talking about? I spent hundreds of thousands on property fees annually. Is it wrong to expect you to resolve an issue? Moreover, did I invite these two troublemakers in?”

The property manager’s brow furrowed. “But… Mrs. Walsh claims she’s your mother-in-law.”

“She will soon no longer be my mother-in-law,” Kimberly responded, not wanting to complicate matters for the property staff. After a brief pause, she offered a solution with a smile, saying, “Why don’t you discuss compensation with the person next to you? After all… She’s the one facing a dilemma, not me, right?”

Her suggestion informed the property manager. His face brightened and said, “Ms. Holden, you’re correct. We were misguided.” Turning to Samira, he maintained his politeness. “Mrs. Walsh, regarding the five hundred thousand compensation, will you be handling it?”

Samira’s face flushed with anger.

She had intended to create problems for Kimberly, but now found herself needing to pay to avoid further complications!

Kimberly observed the unfolding scene, arms crossed.

Her mother-in-law was not only tightfisted and frugal but also overly concerned with her image, particularly in front of outsiders. She dreaded being judged negatively.

It had indeed been hard for her to part with the bracelet as a wedding gift to Kimberly, a decision she regretted for years. Seeing Kimberly wear it only fueled her resentment, leading her to antagonize Kimberly further, aiming to break her down and instill fear.

Previously, Kimberly hadn’t realized how spiteful and manipulative Samira was. To keep the peace, she wore that bracelet nearly every day, enduring Samira’s cruelty under the mistaken belief it was for the benefit of her marriage to Declan.

That illusion shattered the day she overheard Samira venting to Declan, saying, “If I had known, I would never have agreed to your marriage to that woman! Why didn’t you tell me about your feelings for Valerie sooner? If I had known earlier, I would have taken Kimberly’s money and driven her out! If it weren’t for the one hundred million she brought, I would never have given that bitch the bracelet your grandmother entrusted to me as a wedding gift!”

At the time, Kimberly was pregnant, and hearing those harsh words devastated her.

Listening to Samira’s regretful tirade from the study, Kimberly had found it absurdly amusing.

Valerie, adopted by the Walsh family from an orphanage at five, had grown up alongside Declan, spending over twenty years together…

Could Samira really be so blind as not to see their special bond?

Indeed, Samira was aware of the situation. She was no fool. She knew the affection between siblings differed from romantic love.

She had always scorned Valerie’s modest background, knowing it wouldn’t help her son climb social ladders. That was the initial reason she approved of Kimberly joining the Walsh family. However, she later rued this decision. The gifted bracelet turned into a source of constant irritation, increasing her dissatisfaction with Kimberly. Yet, her pride prevented her from asking for the bracelet back.

By contrast, Valerie’s demeanor as a compliant and understanding woman who never demanded anything aligned perfectly with Samira’s ideal of what a daughter-in-law should be!

Reflecting on Samira’s previous actions, the hatred in Kimberly’s eyes intensified.

Knowing Samira’s frugality, Kimberly intentionally forced her to incur expenses just to irritate her!

Noticing Samira’s silence, the property manager’s smile waned. He asked impatiently, “Mrs. Walsh, you can manage a payment of five hundred thousand, can’t you?”

Chapter 29

“Of course I can!” Samira’s expression stiffened. The property manager’s suggestion hit a nerve, but she hesitated to spend the money. “But must we break the gate? It’s not about the cost-it’s just that it was designed by a renowned artist. Wouldn’t it be a shame to destroy it like this?”

Kimberly concealed a smirk. This damn old woman always found an excuse for herself. It was clear where Declan got it from; they were both equally hypocritical and pretentious. “It’s okay. Once you pay, I’ll simply use the funds to install a new gate.”

The property manager, who had been slightly uncertain, gained confidence from Kimberly’s assurance. He stood taller and said, “Ms. Holden has made it clear, Mrs. Walsh. What are you waiting for? Give us a direct answer. Do you want us to proceed or not? If you decide against it, we’ll leave, and you can remain here as long as you wish!”

A nearby staff member pulled out his phone, pretending to be shocked. “Manager, the weather forecast says it’s going to reach forty degrees today! If we stay out here much longer, we might end up with sunburns.”

Samira shivered at his words and stopped hesitating. “Alright, I’ll pay! Just get me out of here!”

The property manager and the staff member exchanged knowing looks, grinning. “Excellent, with your consent, we’ll begin right away.”

Several workers stepped forward with their tools and started the job.

Samira’s expression twisted in distress, clearly pained at the thought of losing the money. Kimberly watched, amused.

There was an old saying that wicked people always get what they deserve, and it seemed to describe Samira perfectly.

Kimberly was aware that the staff member had strategically made his remark. After all, Samira had just scolded him.

Meanwhile, Valerie had tried to call Declan several times. When she finally reached him, she put the call on speaker and quickly moved back to Samira’s side, casting a provocative glance at Kimberly. She said softly into the phone, “Declan, where are you?”

“At the office,” Declan’s deep, cold voice responded from the other end. He had just settled back into his office and plugged in his phone when Valerie’s call came through. Still seething from a recent dismissal by Chris’s associates, he attempted to suppress his irritation while talking to the woman he adored. “Why, missing me already?”

Upon hearing this, Valerie looked even more arrogantly at Kimberly. However, with Samira around, she didn’t dare to be too bold and kept a shy demeanor. “Declan, stop it! You’re so naughty!”

Kimberly’s lips twitched. She had remained composed until she heard Valerie’s flirtatious tone.

Ugh, it was completely sickening!

Was this really what Declan was into?

The thought made Kimberly shiver, her skin crawling with goosebumps.

Then, she relaxed.

It made sense now why Declan wasn’t interested in her; she could never adopt Valerie’s flirtatious demeanor to seduce Declan.

Valerie, feeling victorious, glanced at Kimberly, reading her expression as one of envy and jealousy. She thought to herself, Kimberly was just pretending not to be interested in Declan! Even though she wasn’t as beautiful or wealthy as Kimberly, the man Kimberly yearned for was utterly infatuated with her!

In her mind, this already put her ahead of Kimberly!

From the phone, Declan’s amused chuckle could be heard, clearly enjoying Valerie’s flirtation. Suddenly, he pictured Kimberly’s vibrant and charming face, and his expression turned into a deep frown.

If only Kimberly could be more like Valerie- gentle, sweet, and dependent on him. Perhaps then he could have been nicer to Kimberly.

After all, Kimberly’s beauty and figure were much better than Valerie’s. Men are visual beings; what man wouldn’t desire someone like Kimberly?

“Declan, there’s something important I need to talk about. I’m with Mom at the Lakeview Haven Villas. We came to see Kimberly, but she… She wasn’t welcoming. In fact, she had the property staff kick us out.” As Valerie spoke, her voice became sorrowful. “So Mom wants you to come over right now and sign the divorce papers. It’s time to end things with Kimberly.”

Silence fell on the other end of the line.

Then Declan’s voice returned, low and angry. “Are you all out of your minds? Why stir up trouble? Haven’t you embarrassed yourselves enough? Go home. Now.”

Valerie was shocked, disbelief clearly showing on her face. She glanced at the call screen as if to make sure she hadn’t called the wrong number. “Declan, you…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Samira, now free from one arm, grabbed the phone from Valerie, her voice tinged with irritation. “Declan, this is your mother speaking!”

“Mom? What on earth are you doing? Just go home. I’ll deal with things myself.”

Hearing his mother’s voice, Declan’s tone softened a bit, yet he still couldn’t hold back his anger, sounding rushed.

The memory of being expelled from the Lakeview Haven Villa complex by Chris’ men lingered in his mind. With his pride wounded, Declan couldn’t bring himself to return to a place that had embarrassed him.

Moreover, he had no plans to divorce Kimberly!

“How are you planning to handle it? It doesn’t matter! You need to come here now and divorce that woman! I can’t bear her as my daughter-in-law any longer!” Samira’s voice was forceful, her eyes shooting daggers at Kimberly. The thought of Kimberly demanding five hundred thousand from her fueled her anger even more.

Kimberly observed the mother-daughter pair with a hint of amusement, her arms crossed, taking in the drama as if watching a play. Her relaxed, calm posture only fueled Samira’s and Valerie’s anger, making them clench their teeth.

However, Kimberly’s smile disappeared the moment she heard Declan’s firm words.

“Mom, I’m not coming over there. And I’m not divorcing her,” Declan said, his voice serious and stern.

His declaration instantly sparked the anger and frustration of the three women!

“Why!?” All three women exclaimed together,

Then stopped, surprised by their synchronized reaction.

Valerie’s expression turned cold, her eyes narrowing. If she had any doubts before about Kimberly’s desire to divorce Declan, seeing Kimberly’s upset face now convinced her.

Reflecting on Kimberly’s behavior at the Howard family banquet the previous night, Valerie couldn’t help but wonder if Kimberly was under some strange influence.

What else could explain such a drastic change in behavior in just a few days?

For a moment, Valerie lost track of why Declan was reluctant to divorce.

“No reason.” Declan’s voice came through the phone, cold and firm. “Are you with Kimberly right now, Mom? Then tell her this-even if I die, I’ll drag her to hell with me. She can forget about getting away from me.”

Chapter 30

Upon hearing Declan’s declaration,

Kimberly’s expression immediately turned stern. Her anger was real.

She had been unaffected by Samira’s and Valerie’s taunts, but Declan’s refusal to consider a divorce ignited a fierce anger within her.

“If you insist on courting disaster, leave me out of it!”

As the chainsaw sparked against the iron rod, freeing Samira’s other hand, Samira frowned, taken aback by Kimberly’s biting words. Just as she was about to respond, Kimberly fixed her with a chilling stare.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear a word from you, nor from you either!”

Valerie paused, taken aback and feeling wrongly accused. Why was she being dragged into this?

With her temper still flaring, Kimberly addressed the property staff, her tone cool. “Now that the issue is resolved, please escort them out. Do not allow them entry again without my explicit permission. They have caused significant disturbances in my life. Should this recur, I won’t hesitate to involve the police. We wouldn’t want to escalate this situation, would we?”

Despite her fury, Kimberly was careful not to misdirect her anger at those not involved.

She was prepared for escalation if necessary.

Involving the police could damage the reputations of both families and should the media or rival companies catch the wind, it would be scandalous.

This was a crucial time for the Walsh Group as they sought new investment, and Declan would certainly oppose any public scandal. His angry voice came through the phone. “Kimberly, do you really want to disgrace yourself like this?”

The property manager grasped Kimberly’s intent, his face turning grave yet he remained respectful. “Ms. Holden, I’ve taken note of your concerns. Rest assured, an incident like today’s will not recur.”

With a nod, he signaled the staff, who then approached Samira and Valerie with stern expressions.

Unaccustomed to such treatment, Samira stepped back, her voice shaky, saying, “What are you trying to do? Declan, see the kind of person your wife is. She’s ordering the property staff to manhandle me and Valerie!”

Upon hearing this, Declan no longer cared about the intricacies of Kimberly’s complaints and told the staff, “If you dare touch my mother or Valerie, I’ll ensure you die a horrible death!”

The property manager was momentarily stunned by such brazenness.

He had never faced such brazenly overbearing behavior before.

Initially, he had planned to show deference due to the Walsh family’s prominence, even though they weren’t residents at the Lakeview Haven Villas.

However, their disruptive actions changed the situation. The property manager felt confident. After all, the developer behind Lakeview Haven Villas was the influential Howard family!

“I didn’t anticipate such arrogance from the Walsh family. Well, let’s find out who holds more sway, the Walsh or the Howard family! Expel them!”

At the manager’s order, several robust men stepped forward, hoisting Samira and Valerie up and marching them toward the exit.

Valerie, in a panic, screamed into the phone, saying, “Declan, help me! Let me go!”

Due to Samira’s fat figure, she resembled a ball from afar. The man carrying her turned visibly red and hastily summoned another colleague to assist, practically dragging Samira out.

The scene was chaotic with shrieking, yelling, and frantic struggling.

Kimberly observed the commotion impassively, giving the property manager a slight nod of satisfaction, and didn’t forget to remind him, “Make sure you collect the compensation for me.”

“Absolutely, I won’t forget. Regarding the payment… Should I bring it over to you later in person?”

The property manager gave a fawning smile, treating Kimberly with the utmost deference, as if she were the actual boss.

Kimberly, taken aback but unfazed, dismissed him with a wave of her hand, instructing, “Allocate four hundred thousand for property fees, and the remaining hundred thousand is for you guys to split as a bonus.”

At this, the property manager’s face brightened, his eyes following her tall, slim figure with real appreciation. “Thank you, Ms. Holden! Should you need anything, just let us know. The entire Howard Property team is at your disposal!”

Without a backward glance, Kimberly gestured farewell, leaving the property manager admiring her poised departure.

Demanding that five hundred thousand was her tactic to irritate Samira.

Despite marrying into the Walsh family and losing her parents, she held shares in the Holden Group, accruing about ten million in dividends each month. Her combined assets vastly exceeded those of Declan.

This dynamic shaped their marriage into an equal financial union, with household expenses, the hiring of servants, and even grocery shopping costs equally shared between her and Declan.

Moreover, Declan frequently asked for “reimbursements” from her for car fuel, bodyguards, and various other expenses.

Only Declan could be so shameless. Kimberly never asked for “reimbursements” for her personal expenses.

Perhaps she had given Declan too much indulgence, and over time, he assumed these expenses were hers to bear, claiming it was to teach her to fend for herself. After all, in this new era, if she didn’t contribute, how was she different from the housewives dependent on men?

Thinking back, Kimberly found it utterly ridiculous. She couldn’t fathom how she had been so foolish in her previous life to spend money on such a man.

If her close friends heard about this, they’d mock her relentlessly!

The more Kimberly thought about it, the angrier she became. As she walked upstairs to her room, she took out her phone and called the bank. “This is Kimberly Holden. Please cancel that supplementary bank card for me. Thank you.”

Previously, when Declan had once expressed poverty to her, she couldn’t stand it. A man constantly complaining about being broke affected her perception of him, so she directly gave him her supplementary card, topping it up whenever he spent it.

“Okay, Ms. Holden. I’ll handle it for you right away.”

After hanging up, Kimberly glanced casually at the time displayed on her phone and let out a cold laugh.

Today was the last day of the month!

She was no longer in a hurry.

Because at the beginning of each month, Declan would inevitably return to the Lakeview Haven Villas to ask her for money!

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