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CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him by Miss Rich

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Suzy tried calling Dylan, but there was no answer.

Frustrated, she called Desmond instead. "Where's Dylan?"

It didn't seem like anything serious had happened.

If it had, Desmond would have already informed her. But why wasn't Dylan answering? Was he too busy, or had

he simply not heard the phone?

On the other end of the line, Desmond replied, “Mr. Wright didn't cinto work today, so I'm not sure where he

is right now."

"He didn't go to work?" Suzy asked casually. "Why not?"

"When | went to pick him up this morning, he said he was taking the day off. He didn't tellwhy, and I didn't

press him for details."

Desmond paused before adding, "Mrs. Wright, is there something urgent you need to discuss with him?"

"Sort of..." Suzy pressed her lips together. "Could you try reaching out to him and ask him to callback?"

"Of course. Please hold on."

Five minutes later, Desmond called back. "Mrs. Wright, | can't get hold of him either. His phone is on, but he's not

picking up. Do you think something might've happened to him?"

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The thought of Dylan's lingering health issues sent a wave of unease through Suzy. "Was he at the family estate

last night or at Bayview Heights?"

"Bayview Heights. He usually stays there unless it's absolutely necessary to be elsewhere."

Without saying anything more, Suzy hung up and immediately drove to Bayview Heights.

She knocked on the door several times, but there was no response.

Uncertain when Dylan changed the lock to a keypad, Suzy decided to try entering a code.

The first code she tried was his birthday.

It wasn't as though she'd gone out of her way to memorize everything about him.

It was just that she had a knack for remembering numbers.

Not just Dylan's birthday, but Diana's, Grace's, Allen's, Riley's—anyone's birthday. Once someone told her, it was

as if the numbers were etched into her mind.

But the code didn't work.

She tried Diana's birthday next. Still wrong.

Grace's? No luck.

Frustrated, Suzy was about to pull out her phone to crack the code using other

methods when Desmond showed up.

"Mrs. Wright, the code is your birthday."

Suzy froze. "Seriously?"

She huffed in annoyance. Who cared? Ridiculous.

She reluctantly entered her own birthday. Sure enough, the door unlocked.

Suzy rolled her eyes and said to Desmond, "Make sure to have this code changed later."

"You should probably discuss that with Mr. Wright directly. | don't have the authority to make that call."

This lock had only been replaced a couple of days ago, inspired by a short video Dylan cacross.

In the clip, the male lead used this exact tactic to win back his beloved-setting the lock code to her birthday.

To Dylan's amusement, the ploy worked, and the female lead softened immediately. Naturally, he concluded this

was the ultimate wife-chasing move.

So, in the middle of the night, he called Desmond to arrange for the lock to be changed.

Suzy pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. "Fine. I'll change it myself later."

For now, her priority was to head upstairs and figure out why Dylan hadn't been answering his phone.

Both she and Desmond climbed the stairs with growing concern, only to find Dylan perfectly fine, sitting in his

study and working.

When he saw them, he looked puzzled. "What are you two doing here?"

Suzy took a deep breath to steady herself. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

"I left it in the bedroom," Dylan replied quickly, masking the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

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"Did you call me?"

"How else would | know you weren't picking up?" Suzy said, clearly annoyed. "You're in your study, and your

phone's in the bedroom. Does it not occur to you that someone might call you?"

"| got an urgent email and rushed to deal with it. | wasn't really thinking about anything else..." Dylan's gaze

remained locked on her.

"Were you worried about me?"

"Yes, | was worried," Suzy replied sarcastically.

"I was worried you might've dropped dead in your room, so | cover to claim the body."

She was absolutely fed up.

Desmond glanced at Dylan, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes before he quickly masked it.

He then turned to Suzy and said, "Mrs. Wright, since Mr. Wright is fine, I'll leave you two to talk. There's a lot to

take care of at the company, so I'll head out now."

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