The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor By LiLhyz Chapter 122: Shanty’s Super Powers

“You try to steal my man, and all you can think of are those tarts?” Bridget taunted. She was so full of rage she did not analyze the situation appropriately. She turned to Allen and said, “Were you meeting her here too? In front of my father?”

Bridget shifted her attention to the older man and revealed, “Father, this woman is seducing Allen! She is on the cruise ship – our cruise ship!”

Returning her gaze to Shantelle, she declared, “I should have you thrown overboard from the cruise ship! Do you know who you are messing with? My father owns the cruise ship! I am Bridget Grant, an heiress to the Caribbean Sales!”

“Bridget, what are you saying? Doc and I did not schedule to meet. Maybe she is here for a reason?” Allen tried to explain.

“Lady, what brings you here?” The older man calmly sought. “Is it true what my daughter is saying? You seem to be a fine lady. You should find your own man to love.”

“Another one of your hoes, Allen?” The middle-aged man questioned.

‘What? Tongue-tied? I gave you a pass two years ago because I had no evidence. But this is evidence enough, how were you in the restroom with my boyfriend last night? How you are on the cruise ship coincidentally as us-”

“Bridget, enough!” Allen barked. He turned to the older man and said,” Mister Grant, I swear it is not true

“HAHAHAHA!” Before they could get answers from Shantelle, an ominous laugh escaped her lips. Shantelle was gentle and beautiful – a very kind soul, but that day, she appeared to be the scariest person in the room.

Everyone else felt their skins crawl, their steps retreating at how frightening she looked.

“Heiress to the Caribbean Sales? You mean sinking sales, right?” Shantelle corrected, her eyes rounding at Bridget. “You are so proud of your wealth and using it to bully other people, yet your influence is no match to mine!”

“Throw me overboard? Let’s see who gets to be thrown overboard when I am through with you!” Shantelle’s eyes tightened. She declared, “I am

Misses Shantelle Thompson, wife of Evan Thompson, and I will make you suffer for what you did to my tarts!”

Those standing before Shantelle were Hendrick Grant, the owner of the Caribbean Sales, his son, Hans Grant, his daughter Bridget and a future son- in-law, Allen. At first, they were taken aback by Shantelle’s revelation.

Eventually, they realized how it made sense. Why would the hotel staff allow the woman inside the meeting room? However, they failed to think logically because of Bridget’s sudden aggression.

Hendrick Grant’s face paled, realizing what his daughter had done, but before he could apologize, Bridget said with a trembling voice, “Nice – nice try, Doctor Shant! Aren’t – aren’t you a divorcee?”

Bridget tried to toughen up, but she feared that Shantelle’s words were valid. She added, “I bet you have longed for a rich man to save you from despair. Naming a powerful man won’t help you

tarts?! Who did this?” A man’s voice thundered across the meeting room. The Grants and Allen snapped their heads in

the box of tarts for a thousand dollars! And while money was not an issue for him, the point was, they

initially bought the tarts and used his fine long legs

find the nearest ATM

his wife’s cravings would be satisfied and he would continue to receive love. Fear flashed into Evan’s face.

chiseled face. Despite the sweat on his forehead, she thought he was exceptionally alluring! She wound up gulping at the sight of

can explain,” Hendrick Grant said, his hands raised, hoping it would calm Evan down. “My

Evan’s face. He recognized him immediately and connected the dots,

“Wifey?” Evan asked Shantelle.

She revealed,” Husband, it was her? She destroyed all the tarts. Then she implied that I tried

wife of being with your boyfriend when she only needed to wash her face. I was tables away, and she was in and out of the restroom for

me when she has me?! Does that even make sense to you?”

Bridget questioning glares. Allen was also convinced himself. If he were Shantelle, he would not cheat on

said, “I thought! I

it!” Evan yelled in Bridget’s way. He demanded, “You will have to

please. We apologize. I’m sure we can arrange something,” This time, Hans Grant

as she returned to her seat. “I hold the power because I am Misses Thompson!” With her chin up, she

will do anything

all I care! Let them lose the billions of dollars they have worked for since Bridget

wife. He

the business world how the Grants have humiliated me, your wife,” Shantelle added. “No one will ever do business with the

please,” Hans started to beg. “We need help. We will lose so much. We

for half the price, don’t leave us hanging. We might lose everything if we don’t get

in your offers. It’s

to Evan in shock, but the man only suggested, “My wife

the Grants started offering

a house in the

Ferarri. You can

least

her the most. She begged,” Please,

firmly said. “It’s not the rightful compensation for what your

Grants offered more options, but