Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Myron’s mother, Becky Greville, was dumbfounded.

“How… How do you know?”

How had he managed to uncover everything about her family so swiftly?

Kyson sneered, “All it takes is a message to have your husband fired and your barber shop shut down tomorrow.

Do you believe it?”

“You…”

Becky was utterly shocked.

She struggled to believe it.

If this man truly possessed such capabilities, why had he chosen to enroll his child in an ordinary kindergarten instead of a prestigious one?

Yet, she found herself swayed by Kyson’s impeccable attire and commanding presence.

Becky’s complexion drained of color, rendering her speechless.

Tilda, the teacher who had escorted Kyson to the infirmary, approached Becky and whispered, “He arrived in a Bentley.

Many people outside saw his car.

He must be either rich or powerful.

I doubt he’s bluffing.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

”

A Bentley…

Becky had never laid eyes on such a luxurious car.

Instantly, she realized she couldn’t afford to antagonize Kyson.

Attempting to diffuse the tension, Becky forced a smile.

“Please don’t say that.

My son’s behavior was out of Line.

I apologize for his actions.

I’ll reprimand him when we return home.

It’s unacceptable to judge others based on their circumstances.

How about we call it a day for now?”

Kyson raised his eyebrow as he spoke icily.

“I initially intended to overlook this incident.

However, someone persisted in pestering us, and it irks me to leave matters unresolved.

”

Becky drew in a deep breath, her expression stiffening slightly.

“What are you suggesting, then?”

Kyson’s tone remained indifferent as he outlined, “You have two options.

Firstly, you and your husband can bid farewell to peaceful living in Stastle.

Alternatively, your son must withdraw from this kindergarten and refrain from crossing paths with me and Destinee again.

”

He idly reached for his cigarette box, but Destinee intervened, her small hand halting his movement.

With a look of distaste, Destinee fanned her nose with her other hand and chided, “Don’t smoke.

It’s disgusting!”

Kyson acquiesced with a gentle nod.

“Alright, alright.

” He glanced at Becky, adding, “Mrs.

Greville, the choice is yours.

”

Becky was speechless.

Meanwhile, Myron grabbed her leg, exclaiming, “Mom, don’t be scared.

He’s just trying to intimidate us.

Destinee hit me! Dad always says the one who strikes first is at fault!”

Children were simple creatures, unaware that the current situation transcended mere conflict.

Becky feared for her and her husband’s job security.

Moreover, she dreaded the possibility of her husband discovering her past employment in the nightclub before their marriage.

Kyson’s ability to uncover Becky’s past employment suggested he possessed the means to discover additional details about her life.