On the right was a file compiled by my subordinates on Jason Miller. In the photo, the pale-faced man smirked arrogantly, but the word “illegitimate child” stood out sharply in the dossier.
He was the hidden son of Miller Corporation’s chairman, someone who couldn’t even get close to core business. His only bargaining chip was to marry upward into power.
My fingertip tapped on the words “Emily Parker’s IPO plan,” and I sneered.
Before I went abroad for treatment, I had authorized my team’s pharmaceutical patent to Emily’s company, which helped her small firm secure a foothold in the industry. Now the company was about to go public.
Jason wasn’t in it for love. He was only after influence in his family, hoping to ride on the IPO wave to gain a voice in Miller Corporation.
By noon the next day, I finally heard the sound of keys turning in the lock.
Emily pushed open the door, her face still flushed. But the moment she saw me, whatever warmth she carried instantly vanished.
She dropped onto the sofa, her tone sharp and unyielding:
“I already told Jason, I’m not getting divorced.”