THE BILLIONAIRE'S UGLY EX-WIFE

Chapter 5: Rora's Return

After Rora left the mansion, Kelvin didn't linger. Today was the day he would publicly acknowledge their marriage contract. Despite being married since he was seven, the legal age for marriage was eighteen. With Rara turning eighteen the following day, Kelvin was off to make wedding preparations.

Back inside the mansion, Mr. Smith and his daughter Rara were all smiles. They had succeeded in sending Rora away from the Smith family and securing Rara's marriage to the young master of the Henderson family. Such a union would have been impossible otherwise.

Mr. Smith pondered how his father, Old Smith, had managed to secure the marriage contract with the prestigious Henderson family, given their status in Aberdeen. It seemed impossible for the Smiths to be accepted as in-laws by the Hendersons.

His thoughts were interrupted by Rara's anxious voice, "Dad, will Rora come tomorrow to make a scene at my wedding?"

Mr. Smith reassured her confidently, "Such a thing won't happen. I'll ensure the security doesn't let her inside the mansion tomorrow. Don't worry."

Rara nodded and exhaled in relief. Tomorrow, her status in Aberdeen would change, and no one would look down on her anymore.

As she fantasized, their butler ran in, sweating and anxious. "Mr. Smith, there's trouble!" he exclaimed fearfully.

Frowning, Mr. Smith asked, "What's the matter? Why are you sweating and looking so anxious?"

Before the butler could explain, the entrance door was kicked open. Mr. Smith was about to rebuke the intruder, but his words faltered when he recognized the short, pot-bellied man with crew-cut hair and three burly men trailing behind him. It was Investor Sam.

Beads of sweat appeared on Mr. Smith's forehead, and his lips twitched in fear. Rara didn't look any better.

Investor Sam glared coldly at the father and daughter. "You dare try to trick me!" he spat.

Smiling sheepishly, Mr. Smith took a step forward and said apologetically, "Investor Sam, don't be angry. You know how young girls are these days—stubborn and unreasonable. You have to coax them tenderly before they agree. Don't worry, I'll convince her to share a drink with you tomorrow night."

Mr. Smith had no intention of following through. He just wanted Investor Sam to leave. By tomorrow, Rara would be married to Kelvin, making it impossible for Investor Sam to touch her.

With narrowed eyes, Investor Sam sneered, "I can't wait till tomorrow. She's leaving with me right now! Men, get her."

Seeing things take a wrong turn, Mr. Smith panicked and blurted out, "Don't you dare! My daughter is the daughter-in-law of the Henderson family. If you lay a hand on her, the Henderson family will make you experience something worse than hell."

The three burly men froze, and even Investor Sam looked at Mr. Smith with squinted eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, he started laughing, and his underlings joined in.

Mr. Smith's face creased with confusion. Investor Sam's reaction was not what he had expected. "The likes of you and the Henderson family? Even Old Henderson wouldn't dare spout such nonsense," Investor Sam sneered contemptuously. He had every reason to be arrogant—one of the richest men in the country, no third-rate family in a city like Aberdeen could challenge him.

"Go get her," Investor Sam ordered coldly, losing patience.

Rara panicked, screamed, and ran behind her father, crying, "Daddy!"

"You'll have to get through me before you touch her," Mr. Smith said bravely, standing protectively in front of his daughter.

Investor Sam chuckled, watching the father and daughter with a mix of interest and mockery. The three burly men moved swiftly; one easily caught Mr. Smith by the arm and tossed him aside, while the other two grabbed Rara.

"Yoo! Seems lively here," a voice called out as another group of men in suits walked in.

Turning towards the voice, Investor Sam's face turned pale with fright. His lips trembled as he stuttered, "A-assistant Shan, wh...at are you do-ing here?"

"Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?" Assistant Shan retorted, his smile not reaching his eyes.

Investor Sam quickly corrected himself, "Of course not."

He realized his mistake; his earlier question had stemmed from anxiety and surprise.

"Shall I show you the way out? Why are you still standing there?" Assistant Shan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Without a moment's delay, Investor Sam fled, his men trailing behind him.

Rara and Mr. Smith looked at Assistant Shan in surprise, not expecting to be rescued by a stranger.

Butler Smith, who had been ghosting, immediately assumed his role. "Hello, sirs. Welcome to the Smith mansion."

Ignoring Butler Smith, Assistant Shan turned to Mr. Smith and asked, "How many daughters do you have?"

Rara's eyes sparkled at the thought that the man Rora had spent the night with might be this powerful, handsome young man who had scared Investor Sam away.

Why is Rora so lucky? she thought, gritting her teeth. She quickly answered, beating her father to it, "I am the only daughter of the family."

Assistant Shan didn't dwell on it. Due to the lack of surveillance cameras on the top floor of Essential Hotel, they couldn't identify the woman his young master had been with. The investigation only revealed that it was one of the daughters of the Smith family.

"This is a check for one hundred million dollars and Sir Vandy's contact card. If you need anything, you can visit Hill Corporation," Assistant Shan said, instructing the man beside him to hand the items to the stupefied Mr. Smith.

Task completed, Assistant Shan left without another word, leaving the living room in stunned silence.

"One hundred million dollars," Mr. Smith mumbled in shock, holding the check with trembling hands.

Rara's eyes widened. She hadn't expected the man Rora slept with to be so wealthy and generous. Her eyes flickered as she softly suggested, "Dad, I think we should cancel the wedding tomorrow."

Mr. Smith looked at his daughter in surprise, then smiled. As expected, his daughter had the foresight to seize the opportunity.

Seven years later,

At Aberdeen Airport.

In the arrival area, Kelvin stood impatiently, clutching a sign that read "Rora Smith." His face was etched with anger. Glancing down at his wristwatch, he looked up just in time to see a stunning woman entering the terminal. His eyes lit up; he had never seen anyone so beautiful before—tall, curvy, and slender with supermodel height and an impeccably flawless face.

Without a second thought, Kelvin set aside the sign and snatched a bouquet of flowers from a nearby man who was clearly waiting to welcome someone special.

"My flowers!" the man protested, but fell silent as Kelvin tossed him a wad of dollar notes and confidently strode up to the beautiful woman.