Hunting for His EX-Wife

In the afternoon, the assistant walked into the office with lowered eyes and closed the door, shutting out his colleagues who were still whispering about this morning’s exploding cake incident.

Elliot heard his voice and put down the file he was holding, looking up at him. The assistant quickly spoke of his investigation results. “Mr. Harper, I’ve found out what happened. Someone put a nitrogen balloon in the cake that exploded. It wasn’t dangerous; at most it just splattered cream on people. Other than that, there was no danger.”

Elliot unconsciously furrowed his brows upon hearing this and thought of what had happened earlier in the morning as he asked, “Who delivered that cake?”

The assistant hesitated.

Not hearing a response from him made Elliot’s expression darken slightly as he raised an eyebrow and said, “Hmm?”

“I-I didn’t find out, Mr. Harper,” replied the assistant.

He felt surprised yet doubtful when he checked surveillance footage; it showed someone delivering a package to the reception desk in the morning. When he went to look for whoever delivered it later on, they couldn’t be reached by phone.

The lead ended there.

The delivery man who brought over cakes also didn’t seem suspicious at all.

But who would randomly hide a nitrogen balloon inside a cake?

The assistant truthfully reported back with his findings which only made Elliot’s expression grow more serious by each passing second.

Ever since finding out about this situation earlier today, something felt off to him too but now seeing how Elliot looked like right now made him quickly try to flatter him by saying, “Mr. Harper… I think maybe someone is jealous of how powerful you are, so they played this little trick on you.”

He rambled on but Elliot grew increasingly impatient as he listened; perhaps it really was like what his assistant said – some petty person playing childish pranks behind their backs? Ha! How immature!

Having experienced countless similar situations over these years has taught Elliot to stay calm. He simply said, “No need for further investigation then… just be more careful next time.”

After speaking those words, he went attending the shareholder meeting in the conference room where everyone suddenly quieted down upon seeing him walk in through those doors – all eyes focused solely onto one man alone – Mr. Elliot Harper himself.

The meeting proceeded as usual, with Elliot’s sharp tactics and superior strategic planning, leaving the senior shareholders unable to speak up or do anything but cooperate with him. After all, Elliot was the one in charge of Harper Group now; he was its true leader.

“Is there anyone else who needs to report?” Looking at the people sitting upright before him, Elliot scanned his gaze over them and then landed on his laptop in front of him. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table with his right hand.

A department manager shivered under Elliot’s intentional gaze and stood up even before being asked to speak. The attention of everyone in the room shifted towards him, especially that of the man sitting at the head of it all.

The department manager trembled as he held onto his report file. But just as he opened his mouth to begin speaking, suddenly everything went black on the large screen behind Elliot. The projection no longer showed a summary slide from a presentation on Elliott’s computer but instead displayed only a pair of hands wearing black gloves against a dark background.

Everyone erupted into an uproar at this sudden turn of events, causing Elliot to furrow his brow deeply. He glanced down towards where his assistant sat below him; he was signaling for his assistant urgently with her eyes.

Elliot took another look at what was still being displayed on his own laptop screen – just slides from their presentation – before turning back around again and seeing an unfamiliar scene playing out in front of him along with those strange hands.

“Mr. Harper… Elliot… I’ve heard so much about you.” Suddenly there came crackling sounds like electric currents running through wires followed by a voice that had been altered mechanically speaking coldly yet emotionally.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Elliot’s expression changed slightly as he watched silently while listening intently.

“I remember every mistake you’ve made these past few years,” said that voice filled with emotion, almost instantly making it clear that whoever this person is, they are not an ally.

He glanced over towards where his assistant sat once more before returning focus back onto what was happening on the screen: everyone else present remained speechless while watching the big screen behind them which was now displaying something completely different than what they had expected or prepared for beforehand!

“Who are you?” asked Elliott calmly.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What’s important is that I know everything you’ve done! You’re nothing but a scumbag! How can someone like you be a CEO? I bet Harper Group won’t last much longer…”

The stranger spoke these insulting words through a voice changer, and he insulted Elliot of all people. This person had the guts.

The other shareholders in the conference room watched silently as this happened. Some shareholders who opposed Elliot or were dissatisfied with him listened intently, as if they wanted to hear something from these words that they could use to threaten him in the future.

But the person on the screen only ranted about how Elliot was a scumbag and had been involved in many shady dealings over the years. He spoke passionately but did not reveal any specific details.

Elliot’s eyes were filled with anger and his face was dark when he glanced at his assistant who had just walked into the room. When he saw her nodding her head, he managed to suppress most of his rage and asked coldly, “Who are you?”

“Hmph, it’s none of your business who I am! Remember what you’ve done because if I find out anything else about your dirty secrets, I’ll blow up your company! Don’t think for one second that I’m bluffing!”

As this person continued speaking, Elliot felt increasingly uneasy because his tone sounded familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. He couldn’t recall knowing anyone with such an audacious attitude towards him before.

This guy made him feel curious and suspicious simultaneously; It was true that he didn’t know this guy, and by the tone of this guy’s voice, Elliot could tell the guy disliked him and loathed him.

Who could this be?

The shareholders looked at each other in confusion while some more influential ones became alarmed upon hearing that their company might get blown up soon. “Mr. Harper, what is going on here? Who is this person threatening us? Do you know him?”

“Yes, Mr. Harper! They said they would blow up our company! What have you done? Who is this person?”