Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 93

“Let go.”

Aurora struggled, but Daniel refused to release her.

Warner strode over, wheeling her suitcase behind him, his voice firm. “Mr. Chambers, Aurora is divorced from you. You can’t treat her like this.”

Daniel’s grip only tightened. He turned to his assistant and ordered, “Take Mrs. Chambers’ suitcase.”

He couldn’t be bothered to waste words with Warner. Holding tightly onto Aurora, he marched her away.

Warner tried to follow, but the bodyguards blocked his path. He didn’t stand a chance.

Aurora was forced along with Daniel.

The car left the airport and finally stopped outside a quiet bistro. Daniel all but dragged her into a private room, his voice icy. “Had your fun yet?”

For the past two weeks, his desk had been buried under photos of her.

At first, they were only of Aurora.

Then, they began to include Warner.

In every picture, she was smiling—radiant, carefree, happier than she’d ever looked with him.

Daniel felt a sharp pang of jealousy. He’d almost set out to make trouble for Warner, but in the end, he let it go. Aurora’s happiness mattered more.

Now that she was back, he couldn’t wait to have her close again.

When the waiter brought out their food, Aurora excused herself to the restroom. She’d just gotten off a long flight, and desperation made her hurry.

On her way out, she ran into an old colleague from the R&D department.

“Ms. Quinn!” Her former coworker called out, surprised and pleased.

Aurora nodded in greeting.

The woman glanced around to make sure they were alone, then whispered, “They finally cleared things up about the formula leak. Turns out it was Morgan—he hid a tiny camera in the lab’s smoke detector. The police have already taken him in for questioning.”

Aurora vaguely remembered Morgan—a nondescript lab tech, nothing remarkable about him.

She’d seen news about his arrest while she was away, so she already knew she’d been exonerated.

Aurora barely touched her food, her mind elsewhere.

As soon as Daniel put down his fork, she asked to go home.

The moment she stepped through the door, Aurora contacted her old private investigator, offering a hefty sum to dig up whatever he could.

At two in the morning, she finally got a result.

Outwardly, Morgan seemed mild-mannered, but in truth, he was a gambling addict, deep in debt.

Yet somehow, he’d recently managed to pay off everything he owed—and there was over a hundred thousand dollars extra sitting in his account.

Once the police arrested him, Morgan confessed immediately. The money in his account, and the debt payments, were “service fees” from whoever orchestrated the leak.

As for his wife, she’d gone to the lottery office that very day to cash in a two hundred-thousand dollar ticket.

Aurora kept waiting for more news.

By five a.m., a new message appeared.