The Ex-Wife’s Billion Dollar Comeback Novel

---- Chapter 92: Jacob's Terms ~ Soraya ~ When Soraya woke up, it was already late. "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed, reaching for her phone on the bedside table. It was just as she suspected; it was already eight in the morning. "Dammit!" "Had a rough night," a man's calm yet deep voice echoed in the room Soraya snapped her head up and found Jacob, still in the same clothes he wore last night, sitting in the chair in front of her. "Jacob, why are you still here? Don't you have work?" she asked softly. "My company was attacked by hackers," Jacob said calmly. " But it's all sorted out now.

| had to stay to make sure all our systems were running smoothly, especially those in the finance and design departments." Soraya pursed her lips. "I'm glad everything's okay." "The security guards said you left last night?" Jacob asked. "Yes, | needed to review a few files for my uncle's investment firm, client portfolios that needed forex adjustments and trade allocations," Soraya explained. "After | found the file, | accidentally fell asleep and woke up around three.

That's why I came back at four." "Interesting," he said, and Soraya did not know why, but she felt like Jacob didn't believe her. 'Maybe | should just... tell him; she thought. However, before she could decide, Jacob said, "Stay home. ---- You look tired. You did say that Silas is not pressuring you to report to the office." Soraya nodded. It was too late to drive to Cedar Heights anyway. "Yes, I'll work from here." "Good," Jacob said dryly. "I'll take a shower and join you for breakfast in a while." After Jacob left her room, Soraya informed Silas of her plans.

Just then, she received a text from FBI Special Agent Cassie. [Miss Azar, SteelCore Industries wants to pay compensation. Their CEO has already approved.) Soraya: [Tell them | helped track down the hackers. My service was free for that night.] Her handler did not reply, so Soraya thought that was the end of the discussion. She bathed, but when she came out of the bathroom, she noticed her phone had lit up. She checked her mobile, and sure enough, Cassie had replied: [Miss Azar, SteelCore Industries insists on the compensation. Their CEO said it's not just about the incident.

He believes skillful talent like yours deserves support and recognition, and he wishes you all the best.] Soraya: [Tell him a referral will do.] She changed, but after that, she got another reply from Cassie: [Soraya, Mr. Steel's office is already asking for the account to which the money can be transferred.] "This man is so stubborn," she said to herself. After giving it much thought, she replied to Cassie: [Fine. Tell him one million dollars is more than enough.] "Mommy! Mommy! Are you here?" Angela called at the door. Soraya opened it, and the little girl leaped to hug her.

"You are ---- here!" "Yes, yes. I'm here," Soraya said. "| can take you to your class, but I'm going to work on my laptop in the afternoon, okay?" "Okay, Mommy!" Angela said, hugging her tightly. Soraya went to the dining table. Angela had already eaten, but the little one joined her anyway. Jacob arrived moments later. He greeted Angela and kissed her cheek. Jacob walked past Soraya, seemingly not in the mood. Soraya frowned, but she hoped his actions only meant he was tired. She smiled at him and said, "Eat breakfast." "Hmmm," he said without looking at her.

While eating, Soraya got a call from Cassie. She frowned and canceled the call. Instead, she texted: [What is it?] Cassie: [Miss Azar, Mr. Steel's office has transferred forty million dollars into the Bureau's account. His assistant said it was meant to be your compensation.] Soraya: "..." For amoment, she stilled. Then, she gazed at Jacob. He was calmly eating and did not spare her a glance. She texted Cassie: [Send the money back. | will only accept one million dollars. I'll shoulder the transfer fees.] Cassie: [Okay.] Soraya continued to eat.

Then Angela said, "Daddy, Mommy's coming with me." Jacob paused, leaned back, and replied, "I'll come too." "Yay! Mommy and Daddy are coming to school!" Angela exclaimed. Angela did not go to a regular school. All of her sessions were ---- at the therapy center, from therapies to playgroups, and special education tutorials. That day, she was supposed to have a ten a.m. playgroup class. So, Jacob and Soraya rushed out after breakfast. At the therapy center, Jacob and Soraya lingered in the waiting area while Angela had her class. They sat in silence.

but Jacob had his arm around Soraya''s waist. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes to rest. Just then, Soraya received another text. Cassie: [Huhu. Miss Azar, we sent back the money, less one million dollars as per your instructions, but Mr. Steel's office sent it back and added six million dollars. Now, forty-five million dollars is sitting in the Bureau's account.] Cassie: [Miss Azar, maybe we can give Mr. Steel a special exemption. Is he your special someone? My director is starting to have a heart attack.

He's worried internal affairs might think there's corruption going on in the Bureau. Huhu.] Cassie: [How can Mr. Steel casually send millions of dollars? Soraya, can you just talk to Mr. Steel.] Soraya: [Try to reason with his assistant one more time.] She turned to Jacob, and moments later, the man's phone buzzed. He texted someone, and then, after a few minutes, she got another text from Cassie. Cassie: [Mr. Steel's assistant said their CEO agrees to take back the money if Taurus7 marries him. Ha. Ha. Ha. It's... kinda sweet. He probably figured it out.

He kept staring at your back last night.] Then Cassie sent a screenshot of her conversation with Jacob's assistant. Cassie: [I guess it's time to talk to Mr. Steel. Just please ---- ensure full confidentiality and let him understand the risk of exposing your true identity to others.] Soraya put her phone down, now knowing full well why Jacob was acting strange. When she turned to him, he was already staring at her, his eyes narrowing, and his jaw clenched.

"Do you think | would not know my own woman?" He grabbed her hand, claiming, "| know this hand, the shape of your face, your scent, the way you move, your mannerisms, and the way you work in front of a computer." "Soraya, don't ever underestimate me again," he said with conviction. "Tell me... everything."