When I Flash-Married a Billionaire, My Ex Went on a Hunger Strike novel Chapter 47

“Oh, got it…”

Laura caught on quickly, her tone lightening. “Alright, I’ll tell him. Brace yourself.”

“Mm-hmm. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

After hanging up, a sly smile tugged at Adora’s lips.

Looked like Ruby took the bait after all.

She must’ve gone to Eugene to confront him, which led to an argument and now Eugene, feeling wrongly accused, was coming straight to her for answers.

Their relationship clearly wasn’t as solid as it looked.

Adora felt a flash of satisfaction, that sweet thrill of revenge humming through her.

She opened her phone to check the group chat again, but before she could focus, her ears caught something—Louis, seated nearby, was still on a call.

And, as luck would have it, he was talking about the stock market.

“I know what I’m doing, stop nagging like a granny… Yeah, I’ve got it. You cashed out that much? Seriously? Ha, the great Market God himself…

“Yeah, I’m at the property transfer center. That duplex, right. I’m paying? You liquidated millions and still expect me to treat?

“You’re the one making me sell at a loss. Fine, we’ll talk tonight. If I’m not working late…”

Louis ended the call, visibly annoyed.

It was obvious he had zero patience for Nathan.

No wonder people hated capitalists—Nathan had made a killing during the last market cycle, cashed out a solid 60 million, and was now richer than ever.

Adora hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.

But the moment she heard the word “liquidate,” her ears perked up involuntarily, tuning in without hesitation.

“It’s people like you—capitalists who short the market and cash out before the fall, leaving small investors to suffer—that ruin everything,” she snapped, unable to suppress her indignation.

She assumed Louis was one of those who cashed out during the last crash.

Louis had just set his phone down when her outburst hit him out of nowhere.

He turned to see her glaring, her expression brimming with contempt.

His cool, handsome face curved with a mocking smirk.

“Looks like Miss Matthews was one of the unfortunate investors caught in the slaughter.”

Adora scoffed. “Sorry to disappoint you. I’ve never been on the losing end.”

He didn’t get it.

How could someone who’d been trafficked for three years—beaten, starved, and abused—come back looking so composed?

She looked like a delicate, pampered girl, but something about her was hard as steel.

Most women, after going through something like that, would spend a lifetime trapped in the trauma.

The paperwork went smoothly.

Half an hour later, the transfer was complete.

Thanks to the one-stop service at the office, Adora moved on to another counter, submitted the final documents, and walked out with the new property deed in hand.

Holding it, she felt a rush of emotion she couldn’t quite suppress.

She finally had a place of her own.

No more being locked up like livestock.

No more being humiliated in a dog kennel.

Whenever she felt like leaving that cramped maid’s room at the Matthews estate, she could pack up and move into her luxury duplex.