Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 820

Dean stared at Claudia, his face twisted with shock, anger, and total disbelief.

James was Mr. Nelson?

Emmy was the mysterious mastermind?

No way. That was impossible.

Claudia saw how stunned he looked, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She burst out laughing, the sound sharp and wild, bouncing off the walls of the tiny visitation room. Every note of her laughter was loaded with years of frustration and resentment finally breaking free.

“Ha... Hahaha! Dean, you lost! From the very start, you lost to the people you always looked down on! Hahahaha!”

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When Dean walked out of the detention center, rain was falling from a heavy gray sky. Cold drops hit his face, but they couldn’t cool the fire burning inside him. He looked so furious it was as if the anger might spill out.

He refused to believe it. Not a single word. How could he take anything that crazy woman said seriously?

He started his car, slamming his foot on the gas. The engine roared, and he shot out onto the road. He kept thinking about James. How could a guy who spent his days fighting fires possibly be Mr. Nelson, the ruthless business legend everyone whispered about? They were nothing alike, not in attitude, not in background, not in anything.

He ran the Sparrow Group himself. He knew what it took to run a giant company. If James was Mr. Nelson, when would he have time to be a special forces soldier, let alone a firefighter? None of it made sense.

The SUV headed west, then turned onto a private road with heavy security. Dean’s car didn’t even make it past the entrance. The guards stopped him right away.

He slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, breathing hard. He knew exactly where that road went. It led straight to the Nelson family’s old estate. Today was Mrs. Nelson’s memorial. He’d also heard what the Nelsons had said: only direct relatives and people personally approved by the old matriarch could attend.

Dean got out of the car. Rain soaked his hair right away, but he didn’t care. He pulled out a cigarette, lit up, and took a long, harsh drag. Through the smoke, his face was tight with tension.

A Rolls-Royce pulled up next to him and stopped. The back window rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man with a calm but commanding presence. The man studied Dean for a moment.

“Mr. Sparrow?”