Chapter 11
Tyler Laurier’s forehead glistened with sweat. He had spent years stuffing the company with relatives while remaining clueless about actual operations.
Evelyn Sullivan’s gaze pierced through him like a blade, leaving no room for evasion.
“Mr. Laurier, is the question too difficult?”
His face flushed crimson. Every possible answer would be a slap to his own face.
“Why must you humiliate me?” He bristled with wounded pride. “Everyone knows management isn’t my strength!”
Evelyn tapped the desk with slender fingers. “If you’re aware of your incompetence, what right do you have to challenge my decisions?”
Tyler stormed out, nearly colliding with Sophia Reynolds carrying documents.
“Did someone light a fuse under him?” Sophia entered to find Evelyn reviewing files.
“Just terminated a few of his relatives.” Evelyn didn’t look up. “What is it?”
Sophia handed over a contract. “Documents requiring your signature.”
After scanning quickly, Evelyn signed. “Have HR assign me two secretaries—one male, one female.”
“Understood.” Sophia hesitated. “About the company’s funding gap…”
“How much?”
“At least fifty million.”
Evelyn closed the folder. “Noted.”
After Sophia left, she checked her personal account. The balance showed just over fifty million.
When the CFO arrived, Evelyn had already written the check. “Consider this a personal loan. Deduct it from my year-end dividends.”
Tyler shattered a teacup in his office, still seething. He dialed Simon Reynolds.
“Mr. Reynolds, care for lunch?”
In the private dining room, Tyler poured tea obsequiously.
“You heard about this morning?” Tyler probed.
Simon sipped leisurely. “Standard corporate restructuring.”
“But whose allies will she target next…” Tyler insinuated. “I heard your deal with Tiansheng stalled?”
Simon’s eyes flickered.
“Perhaps let Ms. Sullivan handle it?” Tyler lowered his voice. “Since she’s so… capable.”
Night fell. Evelyn barely reached her doorstep when Ethan Sullivan blocked her path.
“Had enough?” His expression darkened. “Living with another man—have you no shame?”
Evelyn smirked. “Did you consider propriety when entertaining Isabella in our marital home?”
“Nothing happened!”
“After divorce, you’re free to do as you please.”
Ethan clenched his fists. “I tore up the divorce papers.”
“Then we’ll draft new ones.” Evelyn arched a brow. “Unless… you’ve fallen for me?”
“Delusional!” His gaze turned glacial. “Want a divorce? Pay fifty million for my wasted youth.”
Evelyn froze. “You’re serious?”
“No using money I gave you.” His lips curled coldly. “Fail within a week, and the divorce is off.”
“Deal.” She turned to leave.
“Wait.” Ethan grabbed her arm. “Until then, you’re moving back.”
Evelyn shook him off. “Don’t push your luck, Ethan.”
