She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 567: Make You Pay

"What a bitch!" Teagan seethed with anger as he discovered that she had secretly been colluding with her "good friend" behind his back. And she had generously handed over her shares in The Parry Group as if it was no big deal. All his hard work was being given away. Who was she to give it to someone else?

Teagan couldn't hold back his anger any longer. It surged within him like molten lava, ready to erupt. He lifted his long legs and walked towards the two of them with a menacing aura.

Unaware of Teagan's presence, Jane and Vincent were focused on the share contract in front of them. They didn't see Teagan approaching from behind until he suddenly struck Vincent's face with a fierce punch, grabbing hold of his collar.

"Master Vincent, are you okay?" Jane finally realized what was happening, startled by the crashing noise of the coffee cup and plates falling to the ground. The dark brown coffee stained the pristine white tablecloth, standing out conspicuously.

Drip, drip. The spilled coffee dirtied Jane's long skirt, causing her to panic. She lifted her dress and stood up, gazing at Teagan. He was still wearing the black suit jacket from their previous encounter, now wrinkled as if it was a cheap piece of clothing one could find at a street market.

Teagan's face, usually calm and handsome, was now filled with an ominous darkness as he stared at Jane and Vincent. His gaze was fierce, like a wild beast in the forest, hungry for prey.

Not content with the broken porcelain scattered on the floor, Teagan grabbed Vincent's tie, veins popping on his forehead. "How dare you stab me in the back? Jane is my woman, don't you know that?" Compared to Teagan's rage, Vincent remained relatively composed. He waved his hand, casually shaking off Teagan's firm grip, and nonchalantly responded, "I know, so what? Jane doesn't recognize you as her ex-boyfriend!"

Vincent emphasized the word "ex-boyfriend," carrying a hint of sarcasm. Hearing this, Jane joined in with a cold smile. "What are you doing here? Mr. Parry, we are strangers. As for my shares, I'll give them to whomever I please. It's my freedom, and you have no say in it!"

Teagan was taken aback by Jane's determination to distance herself from him. He looked at the stubborn woman in front of him, pleading with his eyes, and said humbly, "Jane, I know I was wrong. Truly, I've already called off the engagement with Nora. I only love you."

"Love me?" Jane chuckled sardonically. "Oh, I see, you only love the shares in my hands."

After so many years together, Jane had seen through Teagan's true nature. He had only been with her earlier because her father was the second-largest shareholder of the Foley Group, granting him some influence and benefits. But when Abbie regained control of the shares, her father lost his power, and Teagan quickly turned to Nora, a petty woman. Did he even know what love meant?

Now, for the sake of shares, Teagan's pitiful and desperate display made Jane sick to her stomach.

Jane no longer wanted to hide or cover up the truth. She boldly took Vincent's arm, raised her delicate chin, and announced, "Unfortunately, you're too late. I already transferred the shares to Master Vincent yesterday, Teagan. Give it up."

Vincent enjoyed the attention from the beautiful woman. He, a gentleman, gently held Jane's hand, lowering his head.

Kissing the back of her hand, he gently said, "Baby, let's go. It's not suitable for a date with an unwelcome third wheel around."

"Okay."

Jane's face blushed slightly, transforming from a strong independent woman to a submissive kitten-like figure in an instant.

Even during the passionate period of their relationship, she had never acted like this before.

Teagan's mind kept replaying the words she had just said. What does Vincent want with his company?

As they turned to leave, Teagan grabbed his arm tightly, his eyes flashing crimson. "Master Vincent, aren't you afraid of getting caught in a trap with me? I know many of your secrets!" Was he threatening himself? Caught in a trap? How audacious.

Vincent's eyes quickly flickered, turning his head back with a gentle smile.

He whispered softly in Teagan's ear, his voice quiet but filled with a threatening undertone.

"I'll wait and see. Mr. Parry, instead

of trying to intimidate me here, why don't you go to the prison and check on your sister? After all, killing her is just a matter of minutes for me, you know the methods of TWILIGHT."

What happened to her?

Upon hearing this, Teagan finally regained some clarity, his raging anger subsiding, replaced with a resolute calmness. "Don't touch her!"

Vincent smiled and remained silent, his hand wrapped around Jane's slender waist, gracefully leaving.

Watching the departing figures, Teagan kicked the tables and chairs in anger.

After uttering a curse, he quickly took out his phone and dialed his assistant. "Go and find out what happened to my sister. Where is she? Report back to me quickly."

"Yes, Mr. Parry."

Hospital, nurse's station.

Reece, the top idol, always appeared glamorous on TV screens, but little did anyone know that he was such an adorable young man in private.

The nurse applying medicine to him was one of his fans and was so excited to see her idol for the first time that she could barely hold the cotton swab steady. Seeing her trembling, star-struck demeanor, Reece was afraid that she might accidentally poke him and refused the nurse's treatment.

He turned to look at the slender figure beside him.

"Cheyenne, why don't you do it? I trust you more. You should know that my nose is insured for a whopping thirty million."

Cheyenne stood with her feet apart, shoulder-width apart, one eye squinting while the other eye aimed at the target on the wall.

She held a feather dart in her bare hand and casually threw it.

"Wow! Bullseye again, a perfect ten! Cheyenne is so amazing, you've beaten me by five points!"

Kate walked over, removing the two darts she had thrown and preparing for another round of competition.

Both of them seemed completely oblivious to his words. Feeling aggrieved, Reece let out a "woof-woof" sound.

Cheyenne held the remaining three darts seemingly loosely and threw them.

Reece couldn't help but be

captivated by her actions, frowningContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

in disbelief. This couldn't possibly three targets would be

work,

difficult enough, right?

The three darts landed one after another on the bullseye, forming a vertical line, astonishing both of them.

Kate, holding her darts, suddenly lost the courage to throw.

Cheyenne was so amazing!