Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 472: You’re Using Yourself As A Bait?

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: You’re Using Yourself As A Bait?

Chantelle got out of the car, climbed through the window, and entered his room.

Roman lived a simple life now. The room held nothing except a big wardrobe and a bed.

He was asleep, snoring loudly.

She carefully placed cameras at the head of his bed and inside his closet. She hid some cameras on a few of his clothes and in every corner of his home, as well as in his car.

She then told Jacob to monitor all the cameras and send her the footage immediately if anything unusual happened.

She believed the lucky charm was evil, but she didn’t think it was causing these accidents.

Next, she went to Joseph’s rose castle again. But ever since the dungeon girl incident, the castle had been abandoned. She found nothing there.

On her way home, she got a call from Thea.

"How are you and Mr. Wilson? Did you hear? After Camille embarrassed herself, she caused a huge scene at the engagement party. She cried and said she was being framed, and she even tried to target you again, but I shut her down! You were correct all this time. She can only dream of dragging you down."

Thea sounded excited. She had held back from calling because she didn’t want to interrupt Chantelle’s time alone with Daniel.

"Someone live-streamed the whole thing. She was crying about not wanting to marry Joseph. Joseph’s father got angry and said they didn’t want a shrew like her, too. She was so embarrassed that she ran away."

"Where are you now, Thea?" Chantelle suddenly felt worried. She wondered if the people around her might also be in danger.

Thea sounded confused. "I’m at my store. Why? Did Camille go looking for you? Wait there. I’ll come over soon. I’m telling you, you don’t need to be polite to someone like her."

"I’m fine. She didn’t come to me. Just stay where you are. I’m heading over." Chantelle turned her car around and drove straight to the boutique.

If an accident was going to happen, she would face it. She trusted herself to uncover clues on her own.

Her drive to the boutique went smoothly, and she met Thea, who looked worried, too.

Thea pulled her into the private lounge and handed her a glass of warm water. "What did you mean earlier? What do you mean you’ve been running into accidents? Did Trenton come back?"

Chantelle shook her head. "Roman came to see me this morning about his recent bad luck. Strange things keep happening to him. After he left, I walked outside the villa, and a flower pot dropped right onto me. If Mr. Wilson hadn’t blocked it, I’d be in the hospital now."

"Are you sure Roman isn’t behind this? Maybe he’s working with some shaman to trick you?" Thea asked. She was much more superstitious than Chantelle and Daniel. The mention of anything supernatural made her feel anxious.

Fortunately, she had been raised in an atheist household, so she immediately considered the possibility of a human cause.

"No. Ashton checked the roof. No one touched the flower pot. It really looked like an accident. I also sneaked into Roman’s place. He had wards everywhere and even garlic hanging around. He’s terrified."

Roman had even been sleeping with one of those wards stuck to his body.

"Are you cursed, too? Are only the two of you having bad luck? Nothing happened to Mr. Wilson?" Thea asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing has happened to him so far."

It was only that he had been hurt twice while trying to protect her.

"We should get a shaman then." Thea had already accepted that something strange was going on and assumed the lucky charm was the cause.

She helped Chantelle take it off. "You shouldn’t keep wearing this. It’s scary."

"I feel strange when I’m not wearing it. And if these accidents are planned, the person behind them will probably come after the charm. If I hide it, how am I supposed to catch them?"

Chantelle put the charm back on.

Thea stood up in panic. "You’re using yourself as bait?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Did Mr. Wilson agree to this?"

"He told me to stay home..." Before she could finish, the door burst open.

Daniel stood at the entrance, panting hard, and glaring straight at Chantelle.

Chantelle wasn’t scared at all. She simply asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Excuse me? Do you think I’m here to shop or grab a meal? Why can’t you just listen for once? Are you planning to scare me to death before you’re satisfied?"

His words came out without restraint, but every bit of his scolding was filled with worry and love.

Thea left the room quickly.

Chantelle didn’t think she’d done anything wrong and said plainly, "Avoiding it won’t solve anything. How are we supposed to catch the culprit if we keep hiding?"

"There are countless ways to catch someone," Daniel shot back. "Why do you always choose the most dangerous one? Have you even thought about what will happen to the children if something happens to you? What about me? Do you know I can’t live without you now?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became. By the end, he was shouting.

She had been angry too, but his words immediately put out the fire inside her.

She took a slow breath and gently patted his shoulder. "Alright. Calm down so we can talk."

Daniel sat on the couch and looked away, staring at the floor in a daze.

She waited until his breathing steadied, then pulled a chair over and sat across from him. "If all Grandpa Wesley could tell you was that the charm is dangerous, and not the details, then it means he couldn’t find anything either. If I hide, it won’t matter how much manpower you use. You won’t find anything. But if I go out more, whoever is behind this won’t be able to resist making a move. The moment they do, we can follow their trail."

"You always say I’m overbearing and that I decide things on my own when something goes wrong without asking you. But aren’t you doing the same thing? You did it back on the island. And now you’re doing it again. I want to know how important the children and I really are to you."

He ran a hand through his hair, sounding defeated and unsure.

His words stunned her. She had to admit it made her realize her own double standards. She wanted Daniel to respect her opinions and discuss everything with her, yet she wasn’t giving him the same in return.