Chapter 4

"Not over? How exactly do you want this to be over?"

I clapped my hands, and the heavy double doors of the private room swung open again.

My personal attorney, Emmet James, walked in with a briefcase and a blank expression.

Alfred Lyons frowned, his face flushed red.

"Lucretia Henson, haven't you made enough of a scene? Haven't you humiliated yourself enough in front of the staff? Dragging an outsider into a company dinner—where are your manners!"

The employees who'd just been backing him up shook their heads too, looking at me like I was some madwoman.

Evangeline Fox only shrank further behind Alfred, sniffling and sobbing, adding fuel to the fire as she wailed.

"Mr. Lyons, this is all my fault, getting your wife so upset... Please don't fight with her over me. If it comes to that, we just won't go to the space camp..."

Hearing this, the tenderness in Alfred's eyes deepened. He turned to look at me, his tone full of threat.

"Lucretia Henson, this is my final warning! If you know what's good for you, you'll apologize to Evangeline like a good girl, and you'll still be Mrs. Lyons, wanting for nothing. Otherwise, don't blame me for forgetting the bond between husband and wife!"

I was so angry I laughed.

I took two documents from Emmet James and, in front of the hundred-some employees of the whole company, slammed them straight into Alfred's sanctimonious face.

The thick stack hit him across the nose, and the black-and-white pages scattered all over the floor, sliding down in front of several senior executives nearby.

Alfred clutched his nose in pain and was about to blow up, but when his eyes landed on the scattered equity structure document and legal representative certificate, he froze on the spot, his face going from red to white.

The executives nearby craned their necks to make out the words, sucked in a sharp breath, and stumbled backward in fright.

It was written there, plain as day:

Henson Group holds 80% of the shares, with absolute controlling interest.

And the sole heir and legal representative of Henson Group is me, Lucretia Henson.

Evangeline's crying cut off abruptly.

The employees who'd just been sneering at me turned ashen in an instant, some of them even starting to tremble.

Alfred's legs went weak. He stared at the document, his lips quivering.

"No... this is impossible... I'm the one who runs the company..."

I looked down at him coldly and delivered my verdict, one word at a time.

"Alfred Lyons, did wearing a suit for two days really make you think you were one of the elite?"

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully. I am the largest shareholder of this company, and every core client was left to me by my father! Everything you have right now, I handed to you as a favor!"

I turned to Emmet James, my voice ice-cold.

"Attorney James, file for divorce, and audit the books while you're at it. Every single penny Alfred funneled from company funds and our marital assets to this woman—make them cough all of it back up!"

I looked at Alfred, slumped and boneless, with a cold smile.

"Tomorrow morning, I want to see you pack your bags and get out!"