Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1969

Upon the steak’s arrival, Lucinda couldn’t help but admire.

“The aroma of this beef tenderloin, marinated in red wine and crowned with black pepper sauce, is irresistible.

”

As the servants presented knives and forks, Lucinda elegantly carved a small piece of the steak and tasted it.

Violeta and Nala watched her closely.

One was visibly anxious, the other quietly pleased.

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Lucinda, catching their stares, questioned, “Why the intense gaze?”

Nala, with a smile, explained, “Your method of cutting the steak is quite remarkable.

It’s clear why you’re considered the wealthiest in the country, given your commanding presence even at the dining table.

”

Lucinda, brushing aside the compliment, replied, “Let’s just enjoy our meal.

I have other matters to attend to tonight.

I’ll be leaving Peace Mountain.

”

Nala, taking the hint, returned her attention to her own steak, and the conversation dwindled.

The meal concluded in silence.

However, no sooner had they finished than Lucinda began to feel unwell.

She touched her forehead, a frown forming.

Violeta, concerned, asked, “Are you alright?”

Lucinda attempted to brush it off.

“It’s nothing serious.

Perhaps the strain of recent work is catching up with me.

I’m feeling a bit tired.

May I rest in your guest room for a bit? I’m sure I’ll recover shortly.

”

“Of course, let me assist you.

”

As Violeta offered her support, they ma

e their way upstairs.

Approaching a secluded corner beyond Nala’s view, Lucinda discreetly retrieved a pre-arranged pill, swallowed it, and then gently leaned into Violeta’s embrace, feigning weakness.

“Lucinda? Hey! Wake up!”

Nala dashed over to check on Lucinda at the sound of Violeta’s shout.

She inquired, “Has she fainted?”

Violeta had grown tired of watching her act.

“Indeed, she’s in a coma.

There’s no need for pretense.

She can’t hear you.

Did you slip something into her steak? What’s the plan now?”

Nala, masking her surprise, responded with a cool detachment, “Just some sedative.

Take her to the guest room and tie her up.

”

Following her instructions, Violeta complied.

Meanwhile, Nala returned to her room to don her leather gloves, designed to obscure fingerprints.

She retrieved a file previously prepared by Danilo and grabbed a black ink pen, heading to the guest room where Lucinda was now unconscious.

Upon Nala’s arrival, Violeta had already secured Lucinda, binding her hands behind her back and her feet as well.

Nala placed the document on the table and, with determination, forged Lucinda’s signature on the bottom right corner of the last page.

Peering over, Violeta noticed the document was a waiver of Simmons Group’s enforcement rights, and Nala’s mimicry of Lucinda’s handwriting was uncannily accurate.

Astonished, Violeta inquired, “How can you mimic Lucinda’s handwriting so precisely?”

As she signed, Nala mentioned offhandedly, “She’s a female entrepreneur I’ve long admired.

I picked it up some time ago.

”

Violeta gleaned a crucial insight from her words.

The act of mimicking Lucinda’s handwriting was not mere chance but a deliberate move.