He didn't just suspect the existence of nominee shares. He was actively plotting how to neutralize this "mysterious shareholder."
Did he suspect? Or did he... *know*?
A sharp, twisting pain radiated from my chest, accompanied by bone-deep cold. I gripped the edge of the desk, fighting for breath.
The door swung open.
Jonathan froze. His eyes landed on the documents in my hand, and the color drained from his face.
"Joanna! What are you doing?"
I stepped back, my grip tightening on the papers.
"What is this, Jonathan? You're studying how to eliminate your own investor?"
His eyes darted nervously. He reached out. "Give me the documents! That's company confidential!"
"Confidential? Confidential plans on how to scheme against your biggest backer?" My voice trembled. "Anna is pregnant? You're getting married? And you're planning to carve up the equity? Jonathan, just how many lies are you hiding?!"
The pregnancy report shook in my hand. Seeing it, he abandoned all pretense of calm.
"Yes! Anna is pregnant! We're together! So what?" His voice cracked with defiance. "Joanna, we aren't married yet—I have the right to make my own choices!"
"The right to choose?"
The dam broke.