THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.

Lisa stood tall, holding a thick folder close to her chest as she faced Oliver across his sleek glass desk. The tension in the room was quiet but heavy, like the silence before a storm. Oliver had his back partially turned to her, staring out through the large office window that overlooked the city. But the moment Lisa cleared her throat and said, "This is the document you asked for," he slowly turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

Lisa placed the folder gently on his desk. "I've gone through everything. I double-checked the numbers, cross-referenced the accounts, and ran every calculation twice." Her voice was steady but laced with a quiet rage. "It's all in here. James borrowed a little under $300 million in total—"

Immediately Oliver's eyebrows twitched. "That much?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes. And according to the trails I followed, that money was supposed to go into business expansion. But from what I uncovered, the business was barely touched. He used most of it on reckless spending private jets on vacation, exotic vacations, women, flashy parties... you name it."

She pulled out a few highlighted pages and flipped them around for Oliver to see. "Here. Look. Wire transfers to unregistered accounts. Transactions for high-end jewelry stores, escort agencies. And the little he actually invested? It was poorly managed, with no strategic planning. The venture failed almost immediately."

Oliver's fingers tightened slightly as he picked up the folder. His jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the damning data like a predator sizing up prey.

"So that boy owes me $300 million, right?" His voice was calm but cold. Like ice before it shatters.

Immediately, Lisa nodded her head. "Yes. That is true."

At that moment, Lisa slowly turned to Oliver. Her voice was soft, but the weight of her words was heavy. "Oliver," she said, "I… I have something else. Something disturbing."

Oliver looked up from his desk. The seriousness in her tone made him pause. He could see the worry in her eyes.

"I'm really sorry," Lisa said quickly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "Please don't be angry, but I can't keep it in anymore. I don't know what might happen next, and I need your instructions. I need to know what to do."

Then Oliver leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he switched his attention to Lisa fully. "What is it? What is she talking about?" he asked, his voice low and calm but edged with curiosity.

However Lisa didn't say a word at first. She simply pulled out a tablet from the folder she had tucked under her arm. With a swipe and a tap, she unlocked it, pulled up a video, and gently placed the tablet on Oliver's desk in front of him.

Oliver didn't take his eyes off her for a moment. Then, slowly, he picked up the tablet. The screen lit up, and the video began to play.

As the footage rolled, Oliver's jaw slowly tightened. His brow furrowed, and his grip on the tablet grew firmer. His silence made the atmosphere even heavier.

"So," he muttered under his breath, "he actually went to every luxury launch… and made a spectacle of himself. And even had the audacity to speak to Cora in public? What exactly is he trying to do? Is this his way of begging for Cora back? Or is he trying to make a scene to get public sympathy? What exactly is this clown thinking?"

Immediately Lisa nodded. "Yes, sir. That's exactly what it looks like. From everything I could gather, he's trying to make it seem like he regrets everything and wants things to go back to how they were. He's pushing hard."

Oliver's eyes were still glued to the screen, his face now showing clear irritation. "So he thinks this will work? That he'll somehow make a grand scene and steal her back? After everything he did?"

Immediately Lisa swallowed hard, then added with a heavy sigh, "That's not all, Oliver. There's something else…"

Oliver's eyes shifted to her again, sharp now, listening closely.

"There were two women today," Lisa said. "They came for her. I don't know who sent them, but it wasn't just words they wanted to hurt her. From the way they talked and the way they acted… it was like they were ready to end her."

Immediately Oliver shot up from his chair, his expression no longer calm. "What?!"

Lisa nodded confirming her words. "It's true. They were aggressive, planned, and precise. But thankfully, Cora handled the situation fast and smart. Still… i don't know if they'll come back or if this was just a test run."

At that moment, Lisathen take a breath, eyes still on the tablet, before glancing up at Oliver and saying, "Well… so, that was what I thought at first. Everything seemed normal. Just a man trying to crawl his way back into Cora's life, maybe for clout or maybe for guilt."

She paused, then slowly walked a little closer to Oliver's desk.

"But then everything went bizarre."

Oliver's eyes narrowed slightly, tracking her every move. Lisa tapped on the tablet again, fast-forwarding the video to a particular timestamp.

"Here," she said firmly, "This is what you really need to be curious about. This moment right here."

The video froze for a second before continuing in slow motion. It showed James clearly nervous. He wasn't alone. Two women approached him.

Lisa continued, "They approached him right there. And from the look of things, they weren't just talking. They handed him something."

Oliver leaned in, gripping the sides of the tablet, his expression now unreadable.

"And from what I can tell…" Lisa said carefully, "…he accepted it. Whatever deal they offered him, he took it."

At that moment a long silence filled the room, Lisa stood still, letting her words sink in.

"And I don't know what exactly they have in common," she added, "but Oliver… this isn't random. They're making plans. And James he's involved."

The video paused as Oliver's hand dropped the tablet. His eyes were cold now. His jaw tightened hard, the veins on his temple pushing against his skin.

Without looking up, his voice dropped, calm but dangerous.

"I'm not going to sit still and let this nonsense grow wings under my watch."

Without wasting anymore time he rose to his feet, his presence suddenly heavier than ever in the room.

"That fool," Oliver growled, "should be brought to me… immediately."