My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 473

Chapter 473: Collect His Head! *
At Marco’s Residence.

Marco sat on the sofa, a blonde-haired woman kneeling with her head between his legs, giving him pleasure. He enjoyed the act so much that his head looked up with his eyes closed as her warm mouth and tongue sucked and licked his swollen, stiff shaft.

“Go deeper! It’s called deep throat for a reason! Suck it harder and faster, you whore!” he demanded condescendingly.

The woman swallowed his shaft wholly and started moving back and forth rhythmically, making him groan in pleasure as he felt her wet mouth and tongue tighten around his shaft.

However, before he could reach his peak, a noise from the door suddenly distracted him.

The woman stopped, but with her mouth still swallowing his shaft. Marco’s eyes slowly opened. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, whore! Suck it again!” he ordered the woman. But his eyes sent an angry, dark gaze toward the wide-open door.

His dimwit assistant, Billy, stood with his eyes lowered to his own feet, frightened to look at his Boss’s angry eyes.

A second later, Marco ignored him as he groaned in pleasure again as the woman quickened her movements. After a few seconds of trying to enjoy the pleasure, he failed to get the same excitement he had before the door opened. His dark and mad gaze returned to his assistant.

“Fuuuuccckk!! Are you tired of life and asking me to kill you, Billy?”

“So-Sorry, Ma-Master! I-I must report some huge news to you.” Billy stammered, not daring to raise his head and afraid to watch his Master and the service the blonde woman gave.

“Whatever the news is, it’s better be very important, or I will kill you—”

Billy shuddered and hurriedly said, “This is about Arabella Donovan—”

“Dear, please stop,” Marco put his hand on the woman’s cheek and smiled. “We can continue later…” He leaned in and kissed her lips deeper while his other hand squeezed her supple breasts.

The woman moans softly, “Y-yes, master…”

After the woman left the room, he slowly stood up and tightened his black robe to cover his naked body.

Instead of rushing to talk to Billy, Marco walked over to the table, lit a cigarette, and inhaled deeply while standing by the large window overlooking the back garden. After slowly blowing the smoke into the air, he turned to look at Billy.

“Speak!”

“We have information about her. She is Arabella Donovan, the CEO of Quantum Capital—”

“What the fuck are you trying to say, Billy?” Marco snapped, interrupting him, his eyes darkening. “We already know that. You said this was huge news. Do you want to tell me?”

“Master, please,” Billy swallowed hard, seeing his furious Master. “Allow me to finish my words, please.”

Marco didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes seemed to give permission and a warning that if Billy’s words didn’t satisfy him, he would kill him.

Relieved that Marco said nothing, Billy continued, “Arabella Donovan is Tristan Sinclair’s wife!”

“What the hell—” Marco was shocked. “How on earth does Tristan Sinclair have a wife now? He was divorced and never got married again! Are you sure your information is credible and accurate?”

“I knew it,” Billy smiled while nodding slowly, looking at Marco. “You must not have read the news on the internet, Master.”

Marco said nothing but frowned deeper.

“Master, this morning, the media is in chaos following the official announcement by Sinclair Group that Tristan Sinclair is married. And… a few hours ago, an article was released that exposes Tristan’s wife’s identity. They even uploaded Arabella Donovan’s picture and her company, Quantum Capital.”

Marco’s frown faded as a sinister smile slowly appeared on his lips.

“So, master, can we carry out plan B?” Billy asked.

“Do it!” Marco said before dismissing his assistant.

However, Billy didn’t take a single step to leave the room. He stood in place, looking at Marco, confused and worried.

“Why are you still there?” Marco’s voice rose slightly before he inhaled his cigarette.

“I’m sorry, Master, but are you sure about this? This woman is Tristan Sinclair’s wife.” Billy tried to remind him to think carefully before making a move.

“That’s precisely why I’m even more curious about her,” Marco said, his eyes radiating curiosity.

Now, Marco understood why Laura Kiels hated Arabella Donovan so much. It turned out that Arabella had stolen Tristan Sinclair from her.

“Besides, I still have unfinished business with Tristan Sinclair,” Marco continued, gazing outside again.

“I understand, Master,” Billy responded.

“Billy, it looks like we can’t avoid him any longer. It’s time for us to collect his head!” Marco said as he threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Master, no worries. This time, I won’t make a mistake. I will carry out your order and achieve what we aimed for.”

“Good!”

***

At Bella’s House

The ringing of the telephone shattered the silence, abruptly waking Bella from sleep.

Her eyes were still heavy; she reached for her cell phone on the nightstand but paused when she noticed the dark room. Glancing outside, she realized it was already night.

“Gosh! I slept too long.”

Her whole body felt sore and stiff. After struggling to sit up, she tied her hair in a bun before reaching for her phone.

“Hello?”

Bella answered without checking the caller ID.

“Boss? Am I bothering you?” Leo’s voice sounded hesitant on the other end.

“Hmm, you just woke me up,” Bella replied, turning on the nightstand lamp. She forced herself to leave the bed and walked toward the window, glancing outside.

She felt uneasy.

Why was it already dark, yet Tristan hadn’t come home? Was he still busy? Why hadn’t he called?

Countless questions distracted her from Leo, who was still speaking on the other end, but she hadn’t caught what he said.

“That’s why you must come to the office tomorrow. This meeting is unavoidable, Boss,” Leo said.

“Sorry, Leo, I didn’t hear you clearly,” Bella responded, sitting on the sofa near the window. “Can you repeat what you said?”

“Are you alright?” Leo asked, puzzled by Bella’s lack of focus.

“I just woke up from a nap. I slept too long, and my mind feels sluggish!”

“Boss, how could you sleep that long? It’s almost dinner time.”

“No one woke me up except you,” Bella faintly smiled. She guessed that Noora or Tristan had probably let her sleep more.

“Alright, let’s talk now. I need to go downstairs to check on my son and husband,” she said.

Leo quickly explained the company’s situation and that her presence at the office was needed to meet with several branch directors.

“I see. What time should I be there tomorrow?”

“The meeting is set for ten in the morning. But I hope you can arrive thirty minutes earlier. I need to discuss something with you before it starts.”

Bella didn’t answer immediately, recalling her plans for the next day. She had already scheduled a visit to Amanda Spencer’s new family restaurant and promised to go with her son.

“Leo, make sure the meeting won’t take long,” Bella explained her plans.

“Sure, Boss! Don’t worry. I’ll ensure the meeting ends thirty minutes before twelve.”

“Okay! See you tomorrow—”