Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 161

A feud that had festered for decades was finally coming to its end.

In Colter's mind, Andres White had always been the pampered golden boy—raised soft by his father, born with a pretty face, and handed every advantage the White family name could buy.

Colter wanted to see what happened when Murray wasn't there, when the bodyguards weren't there—whether this spoiled heir could actually fight his way out, or if he'd fold like wet paper.

The four women in the room weren't random muscle. Colter had chosen them carefully—professional bruisers, the kind you didn't hire unless you meant business. Four against one. Andres didn't stand a chance.

The room had been soundproofed, too. Andres could scream himself hoarse and nobody outside would hear a thing.

Colter was still savoring the fantasy of finally removing the thorn in his side when the situation flipped—hard.

The "useless" Andres he'd dismissed took less than five minutes to put all four women down.

"That's impossible!"

Watching his entire hand get wiped off the table, Colter—stuck in his wheelchair—stared at Andres like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were bloodshot with rage and disbelief. "You… you—how…?"

Before he could finish, the door flew open with a crash. Murray stormed in with a pack of bodyguards.

"Mr. White," Murray reported coolly, "the trash outside has been taken care of."

Colter started shaking.

Andres straightened his slightly rumpled shirt, dragged a chair over, and sat down in front of Colter like they were about to have a quiet chat over coffee.

"We could've sat down like civilized people and had a meal," Andres said, voice mild. "You're the one who insisted on making it complicated."

He pulled a cigar from a case and offered it to Murray.

Murray flicked a lighter and lit it for him.

While the cigar caught, Andres let out a soft sigh.

"You're not young anymore. You could be living easy—good food, a cigar in your hand, some pretty little girlfriends laughing around your big house." His gaze settled on Colter. "Why did you have to pick a fight with me?"

He pressed the lit cigar into Colter's mouth.

"Enjoy the last course."

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