Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 116

CHAPTER 0116

JULIAN’S POV

“I think from now on, when I tell you guys to come over, I’ll also need to tell you the outfit to wear,” I said, grabbing the tablet off the table with a sigh.

Ron and his team had shown up like they were about to storm a battlefield–not a great look for what we were about to do.

“Nah, I’m sure Olivia prefers guys who dress like us,” one of Ron’s men joked, flexing slightly in his vest like he thought he was modeling for a combat magazine.

I didn’t bother responding. I just shook my head and focused on the tablet screen. Their banter was irritating, but I had bigger things on my mind. I swiped through several folders until I found the file I was looking for. My fingers hovered over the screen for a second before I tapped it open.

“The last person you guys are supposed to get–her name is Emma Jackson. She’s the ring leader, and the most important out of all three of them,” I said, handing the tablet

over.

They passed it around, glancing at the image of Emma–wide eyes, calculated expression. She looked harmless

“She’s the most important? Why?” Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at her profile.

“Because Adrian Westwood has evidence–footage, to be exact–showing my sister Olivia pushing this woman into an oncoming vehicle,” I said flatly, letting the weight of that sentence hang in the air.

The room went quiet for a second.

“He has what?” Ron said, his tone shifting.

“He has a video. Looks convincing. Shows Olivia shoving Emma into traffic. According to the story they built, Emma died on impact. But obviously, that’s not true. She’s alive and in hiding. That’s why we don’t just need her confession–we need a damn video of her breathing and talking. That’s the only way to clear Olivia’s name.”

“Damn… he’s good,” one of the guys muttered from the back.

“Yeah,” I said, my jaw tightening. “He is. I hate to admit it, but he’s smart. Manipulative. And so far, he’s been one step ahead.”

I paused, letting that sit for a moment before I added, “But I’m done playing catch–up. It’s time I show him that I’m better–and am going to get her out of that mess she calls a marriage.”

Ron gave a single nod. “Understood.”

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CHAPTER 0116

“Good. Now back to your dressing,” I said, eyeing their tactical gear again. “You don’t actually expect to walk into a Catholic church dressed like that, do you?”

They looked down at their gear. Bulletproof vests, holsters, black gloves,

“What’s wrong with it?” Ron asked, genuinely confused.

“You’re going to the house of God, for crying out loud. Try to have some respect.” I walked over to a side wardrobe, rifling through a pile of spare clothes.

“Next time you come to my house, you’re not allowed to dress like you’re going to war,” I muttered, pulling out a few plain T–shirts.

I tossed one at each of them. “Here. Take off the gear, just wear this over your pants. The trousers are fine. Just… tone it down.”

They grumbled, but obeyed. A few minutes later, they looked more like a group of bodyguards than a private army. I glanced at Ron–he adjusted his shirt, still clearly missing the feel of his tactical vest.

We had this same issue the last time I at least thought they would know better now, but nope

I gave one last look at the screen before locking the tablet. Emma Jackson.

We were ready.

Without wasting another second, we headed outside, loaded into the vehicle, and left.

Ron leaned closer. “You see her?”

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