After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Juliet returned to her room, quickly grabbing her phone and dialing a number. Her tone was full of accusations. "Didn't you say you were going to help me? Where are you? Where's your plan? Are you lying to me?"

The voice on the other end was calm and unhurried. "Why are you so anxious? Do you know you're already under surveillance? Those two things you did have already been found out."

"Impossible!" Juliet jumped up, her face filled with certainty. "I did everything so discreetly, how could they have found out? You must be lying to me!"

A cold laugh came from the other end, and then Leo spoke, "Who do you think Lucas is? He managed to wrest control of the Tudor Group from his own father, pushing him to a stroke and hospitalization. His capabilities are far from ordinary." Juliet's panic grew, and she quickly asked, "If they know it was me, are they going to expose me?"

Leo replied, "Exposing you is inevitable, it's just a matter of time. In the meantime, lay low, stay quiet, and wait for my instructions."

Juliet felt her nerves fraying.

She couldn't imagine the kind of fury her father would unleash if he learned about the things she'd done. For the past two years, he'd often gazed at her face, only to shake his head in disappointment. She knew he was searching for a resemblance to his late wife, and he was always let down because she looked nothing like her.

If he discovered she had stolen someone else's identity and had even tried to destroy Aveline, he would surely be enraged. Everything she had now would disappear in an instant.

No! She couldn't lose it all!

do as you say," she finally muttered, realizing

advised,

the phone without another

down on the sofa,

...

home, she found Lucas waiting at her

asked, puzzled,

the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette. The thin, pale

meet with

at him and asked, "Is Baron and Braden here to protect me or to keep tabs

who told me. I saw you two

to pick her up every

looked at him skeptically.

reason to lie about this. If you don't believe me, you can call Baron or Braden." Aveline glanced away and replied, "They're your people; of course, they'd say

out his cigarette, and asked, "What