Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 273: Cut Off Her Credit Card

After leaving the boutique, Chantelle secretly asked Calvin to look into Shiela’s background.

At that same moment, over at Sunshine Villa, Camille was in a rage. She saw her burnt hair in the mirror and started throwing things across her room.

"You little brat! I’ll kill you!" she screamed.

She had no idea what was in the bottle she had thrown. A strange smell spread through the house. It made Camille feel dizzy and short of breath. Her face began to itch badly, and she started scratching it hard.

"Auntie, what’s wrong?" Stephanie asked, peeking into the room.

"This must be your doing! I’m going to beat you, you little brat!" Camille yelled.

She yanked Stephanie into the room, grabbed another glass bottle from the dresser, and aimed it at her head.

Just then, the bodyguard rushed in. He grabbed the bottle before Camille could strike.

"Let go of me! Who do you think you are? This is my house! Do you even know who I am?" she shouted harshly.

Camille’s anger exploded. She lost control and started kicking and hitting the bodyguard like a madwoman.

He didn’t fight back, so scratch marks were left all over his face.

"Stop it, Auntie! Look at his face!" Stephanie shouted, trying to interfere. freewёbnoνel.com

"Don’t you dare call me Auntie!" Camille screamed. "Call me that again, and I’ll cut your tongue out!" Then she kicked Stephanie hard.

"Stephanie!" The bodyguard called out in shock.

Stephanie cried out as she hit the floor, shocked and in pain.

The bodyguard quickly rushed to her and helped her up.

"Ms. Nelsen, Stephanie is hurt. I’m going to report this to Sir," the bodyguard said firmly.

"How dare you!" Camille jabbed her finger hard into the bodyguard’s chest. "She’s the one who put something on my dressing table! This whole mess started because of her. Go tell Daniel the truth. Don’t you dare cover for that little brat!"

Her face was badly swollen, and she looked terrifying. The bodyguard gently covered Stephanie’s eyes so she wouldn’t see.

"That little girl is full of evil schemes! Why is everyone protecting her?"

"I can’t believe those words came from you, Ms. Nelsen," William said, clearly disappointed. "If Mr. Steve Nelsen finds out, I know he’ll be heartbroken."

He looked at her with sadness. She no longer felt like the same person to him.

Camille couldn’t hold her anger. The itching on her face only made it worse, and she started blurting out nonsense.

"I’ve looked after that useless old man for over ten years, and he still doesn’t appreciate me! He doesn’t trust me at all! He barely gives me any money. I’m no better than a beggar. Why should I respect him?"

Williams looked at her in disbelief.

Two hundred thousand dollars a month, and she called herself a beggar?

That was a slap in the face to normal people.

"Ms. Nelsen, you should clean the wound on your face," William said calmly.

"My face is ruined!" Camille shouted as she gritted her teeth. "That little brat! I’ll kill her! I want to tear her skin off too!" She stormed toward Stephanie.

But finally, things went peacefully.

Lying on the bodyguard’s shoulder, Stephanie blinked playfully at the pinhole camera.

****

At the mansion in Carcosa, Mr. Steve Nelsen sat at the head of the table. His sons and grandchildren, over twenty people, were seated around him.

The mood in the room was nerve-wracking. Everyone sat silently, unsure of what Mr. Steve was going to say.

Just ten minutes earlier, all their phones were hacked at the same time. A live video of Camille suddenly appeared on their screens. They were shocked when she shouted, calling Mr. Steve a "damn old man."

They tried to turn off their phones, but nothing worked.

Every phone had security software because of the private information they held. However, it failed as the hacker breached their main security system.

At the end of the video, a rude face with its tongue sticking out appeared. It was really humiliating.

"Find out who hacked our phones. Just make sure all the leaked information is taken back," Mr. Steve finally said after a long silence.

"Yes, sir," they all replied and stood up.

"You may leave now," Mr. Steve added, waving his hand.

Then, he walked out of the room with Janice’s help, the old butler.

As the younger men stepped outside, some of them started whispering.

"Camille’s lost her mind, hasn’t she?"

"I don’t know. Camille usually acts all proper. Maybe this time she showed her real side."

"She must’ve messed with someone powerful. No one would spend that much to hack all our phones just for fun."

"Maybe it’s someone from Easthan. Should we look into it?"

"Yeah, let’s check."

Back inside the mansion, everything went silent. Janice handed Mr. Steve a cup of hot milk.

Steve took a sip of the milk. His eyes were red. "This chocolate milk was Eliza’s favorite. I didn’t let her have it last time because I was scared it might hurt her teeth."

"Madam will be well cared for with you around, Sir," Janice said gently. She had watched Steve’s children and their spouses grow up. She felt emotional too.

"That boy... I’ll teach him a lesson when he gets back," Steve muttered with a sigh.

He had been told that his son and daughter-in-law were dead. But deep down, he never believed it until it was confirmed.

"Mr. Steve, the little girl in the video..." Janice hesitated. At first, she thought it was her imagination. But when the girl blinked, didn’t she look just like Madam when she was young?

"I’ll go to Easthan once I’ve taken care of a few things," Steve said.

He hadn’t been back in Easthan for over ten years. He wasn’t sure how much had changed.

"Mr. Steve, are you sure you can handle such a long trip?"

"This ’damn old man’ still has to live a bit longer," Steve replied seriously.

"I think someone must have pushed Camille too far," Janice quickly expressed her thoughts. "She wouldn’t say those things otherwise. She did spend years looking after you."

He couldn’t believe those words had come from Camille.

"Cut off her credit card. Let Rowan handle her," Steve said with a frown.

Janice nodded and quietly left the room.

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