My Ex-Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter Eighty-three

Outside the Adams family residence, nestled in a quiet neighborhood, unknown to them, their every move had not gone unnoticed. The local police had been quietly trailing them, their sights set firmly on Emma and Michael.

Inside the family home, the kitchen was busy with activity. Emma was sipping her morning coffee with a mischievous flash in her eyes. Michael was at the table, engrossed in his laptop. The muffled clinks of cutlery against plates created an atmosphere of normal.

“Emma, you really should be careful,” whispered their mother, Elizabeth, her voice trembling. “We don’t want any more trouble.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, her perfect sharp face in place. “Mom, you worry too much. I’ve got everything under control.”

Down the street, Detective Harold, a sharp-eyed detective, was surveilling the Adams family from an unmarked vehicle. He leaned forward, squinting at his binoculars, making sure not to miss a thing. His partner, detective Ramos, muttered, “We’re wasting our time with