Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1303:noveldrama

As soon as Bryan climbed in, the cart sped off.

The wide-open golf course now felt colder.

Amoura placed the document in her hand on the table and asked cautiously, “What are you going to do about Presley? She’s not part of the Deleon family anymore.”

“But she was when she had the abortion,” Javier said, tossing down his golf club and bag in frustration.

His fury was unmistakable.

Amoura paused and then quickly grabbed his arm. “Sweetheart, you can’t force these things. Instead of worrying about Presley, why not find Colby a new wife? You could be holding a grandchild soon.”

Her words struck a chord, and Javier’s face relaxed. “That doesn’t get in the way. We can find Colby a new wife and deal with Presley at the same time. You work on Colby’s matter, and I’ll deal with Presley.”

He had no plans to push Colby to take Presley back—he just wanted to settle the score with Presley over the abortion.

Noticing his dark mood, Amoura nodded, though she was worried. Bryan’s meddling had complicated things for Presley, and she knew her own schemes wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

Amoura, feeling distracted, didn’t play golf for much longer.

On the way home, Javier leaned back in his seat, eyes closed in relaxation, unaware of how Amoura was subtly pulling strings right beside him. She quickly warned Presley not to say anything about her plan and let her know that Javier was now aware of the abortion, strongly advising her to lay low for the time being.

The location where Presley had been staying was set up by Amoura, but now, Presley couldn’t stay there any longer. “Fine, I can leave, but you’ll need to give me enough money to find a new place.” Presley, knowing full well how dangerous it would be if Javier discovered everything, realized she had to stick with Amoura for protection. After considering the situation, Amoura sent one hundred thousand to Presley’s account.

Within ten minutes, Presley sent proof of her checkout and quickly deleted all traces of the booking that Amoura had made for her.

As soon as Amoura got confirmation that Presley had left, she suddenly felt a hand on her waist.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned to look at Javier and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Javier replied with a smile, though his gaze was fixed on her phone. “Who were you chatting with just now?”

“Oh, just trying to find a new wife for Colby,” Amoura replied hastily, switching to a different chat window where she had been talking with a group of socialites about finding Colby a suitable wife.

However, Javier asked, “Who were you really chatting with earlier? This isn’t the same name or profile I saw.”

A cold sweat broke out on Amoura’s forehead as panic began to set in.

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