“Hahaha, Olivia, you really are hopelessly naïve. With that level of intelligence, you dare to read The Art of War? What’s mine stays mine. Why would I return it to you?”
“You… you…”
“Want to know who tipped me off about your stock?”
The conference room door opened, and in walked a devastatingly handsome man in a perfectly tailored suit. His presence was enough to make women swoon.
He was none other than my fiancé, Ethan Carter.
I moved toward him for comfort, but he avoided me, his lips twisting into a mocking sneer.
“That person was me. After leaving you last night, I couldn’t wait to tell Madison.”
Madison? The way he said her name so smoothly told me everything. They weren’t just allies—there was something more.
“Ethan, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Madison’s man now.”
“The only reason I stayed this long was to wait for this opportunity. Now that I’ve helped her, why would I still lower myself for you?”
So that was it. While I thought I’d treated him generously—as the daughter of Scott Enterprises, admired by every man in New York City—he saw himself as suffering under me.
Madison handed him the urn.
“Baby, here’s her father’s ashes. If you want revenge, do whatever you like.”