My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 170

Chapter 170: The chaos at the office (Part €“ 2) Chapter 170: The chaos at the office (Part €“ 2) Ava gasped, as she nervously glanced around the people around her.

Their scornful gazes and contempt like daggers aimed at her resolve.

Each hateful word hurled in her direction chipped away at her confidence, and for the first time, she felt her composure slipping.

She tried to speak, to defend herself, but her voice was drowned in the deafening chorus of accusations.

The crowd surged closer, their faces twisted with anger.

Ava instinctively took a step back as panic crept in, her movements faltering.

“Get out of the office immediately!” they roared, weakening her knees and threatening to pull her down.

“No, I won’t!” Ava shouted defiantly.

“I’ve done nothing wrong!” But no one listened to her, the tide of hostility crashing against her without relenting.

 “Security!” a senior director’s sharp voice cut through the chaos.

He pointed a rigid finger toward her.

“Get this traitor out of here.” Two guards stepped into the room swiftly, their expressions impassive as they advanced toward Ava.

“No,” she murmured, taking another step back, her panic now bubbling over.

The guards grabbed her arms and started to drag her out.

“Don’t touch me!” Ava screamed desperately as she thrashed against their hold.

She struggled fiercely, trying to wrench herself free, but their grip was ironclad.

As Ava struggled against the guards’ grip, the lady director approached.

She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Don’t struggle, Ava.

If you leave quietly, you might save yourself from further humiliation-or even legal consequences.” Ava’s chest heaved from the effort of her resistance, her fiery glare locking onto the woman.

But the director merely smirked as she took a step back.

“Take her away,” she commanded with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Before the guards could drag Ava further, the sharp creak of the door swinging open pierced the room.

“Who has the nerve to fire her?” a deep, commanding voice thundered, freezing everyone in place.

The door swung open, and a booming voice reverberated in the room, demanding everyone’s attention.

All heads turned toward the doorway, where Dylan stood like a storm brewing on the horizon.

His intimidating figure filled the doorway, and his piercing gaze swept across the room, drawing gasps from everyone’s mouth.

The chaotic roar inside the room morphed into a deafening silence.

No one dared to say a word, not even flex a muscle.

It seemed as if no one even dared to breathe under the weight of his presence.

Dylan’s eyes landed on Ava, taking in her disheveled state.

The guards instantly released Ava and stepped back, lowering their heads.

The lady director, who had moments ago wielded control, now took an involuntary step back, her confidence visibly faltering.

Ava’s emotions overwhelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes as she saw him.

All her fear and anxiety seemed to disappear at that moment.

Dylan strode toward her with purpose.

He removed his suit jacket and draped it gently over her shoulders.

His eyes flicked briefly to her wet dress before returning to her face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching her eyes.

Ava shook her head, but no words came out of her mouth.

“Relax,” Dylan said softly, his arm slipping around her waist to draw her close.

“I’m here.” Turning to face the throng, his expression darkened.

“What kind of behavior is this?

Have you all lost your sense of decency?” Everyone recoiled under the weight of his icy glare.

They remained silent, averting their eyes, but the lady director mustered enough courage to speak up.

“Mr.

Brooks,” she began.

“You don’t know what’s happening here.

She is a traitor!

She has been associating with Nicholas Baker.

She doesn’t deserve to be COO.

You need to fire her immediately.” Ava glanced up at Dylan, wondering what he would say.

Questions swirled in her mind: ‘Did he know about the rumors?

Did he believe them?

Would he accuse me of betrayal?

Would he be angry with me for meeting Nicholas?’ Her restlessness grew as she waited for his response.

But when he finally spoke, his words made her heart skip a beat.

“Are you accusing her based on rumors?” Dylan asked, his tone neutral.

His eyes swept across the room, challenging each person present.

“When did this company start making decisions based on baseless gossip?” The unwavering confidence in his words sent a wave of warmth through Ava, and for the first time that day, she felt a glimmer of hope.

Dylan was defending her, standing by her side.

All the directors hung their heads down except the woman.

“We’re not accusing her without reason,” she retorted.

“We verified the authenticity of the photographs.

She met Nicholas Baker yesterday at a beach resort.

Their relationship is serious.” Dylan pinned her with an icy glare, his facial muscles twitching.

“Miss Nina, do you have a male friend?” The unexpected question took Nina completely off guard.

She blinked, momentarily lost for words before stammering, “Y-Yes.

Why are you asking this?

We’re talking about her, not me.” Dylan’s gaze remained fixed on her, relentless and probing.

“Do you go out with your male friends?” he asked, ignoring her protest.

“Of course, I do,” Nina replied, her tone rising slightly, betraying her annoyance.

“What’s the issue with that?” Ava watched the exchange, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

Dylan was deliberately redirecting the conversation to expose the hypocrisy of their accusations.

But it was more than that-his calm, measured approach surprised her.

This wasn’t the Dylan she was used to.

The Dylan who often bristled with jealousy at the mere mention of Nicholas Baker, was actually dealing with this issue calmly.

Ava couldn’t stop looking at him, admiring this sudden change in his behavior.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she saw him not as the man weighed down by his own insecurities, but as someone who was composed, strategic, and unwavering.

Whether this behavior was genuine, or an act didn’t matter to her at that moment.

What mattered was that he was there, up for her, which she hadn’t noticed in her past life.

“If someone took your pictures with a friend and posted them all over social media with a fabricated story claiming you were having an affair, how would you feel?” Dylan asked.

Nina’s face reddened as she shot back defensively, teetering between annoyance and alarm, “Why would anyone do that?” Murmurs of regret filled the air as the rest of the directors exchanged nervous glances.

They began to realize they had overreacted based on some rumors.

“Ava and Nicholas are just friends,” Dylan said calmly.

There was no sign of annoyance or suspicion.

“I believe she can go out with her friends and have fun.” “But he is a Baker,” Nina snapped, interrupting him.

“How could you trust her?” Ava also wanted to know if Dylan had faith in her.

Or was it just a show in front of them?