I retrieved my lighter, flicking the lid open and shut. I smiled at him—a cold, predatory expression that made him twitch.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" Ryan barked, his bravado cracking. "You're a nobody now! Get out, or I'll have security throw you out."
I ignored the barking dog and focused on its owner.
"Mila." My voice softened. "Are you truly expelling me from the company for him?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes."
Her chin lifted. "Our marriage was a business transaction. You resolved the crisis, but I've built my own influence now. I won't sacrifice my happiness for gratitude anymore."
Sacrifice? She thought marrying me—letting me save her legacy with my capital and labor while she treated me like dirt—was her sacrifice?
Almost impressive.
Slap.
She threw a document onto the table. "You wanted a divorce? I've already signed it. The company is mine. You were just staff. As for assets, I'm generous—ten million dollars. Take it and leave."
I flipped the folder open. Ten million. For an empire worth billions.
A dark laugh escaped. "Mila Galloway. Since you've decided to be heartless, don't expect me to show you any mercy."
"Mercy?" She scoffed. "I don't need your mercy. Just like back then—you were the one who insisted on this marriage. You were the one playing savior. I never asked you for a thing."
Ryan smirked, drunk on his own bravado. "Did you hear me? Get the hell out."
I didn't bother looking at him. Instead of standing, I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Mila's expression turned glacial.
"Ryan. Call security. Throw him out."
"With pleasure."
Moments later, security stormed in.
"Grab David and toss him out like a stray dog," Ryan barked. "And if he struggles? Break his legs."
He crossed his arms, posturing like a general. "Go!"
The guards surged forward—
—and surrounded Ryan.
A heavy boot slammed into his stomach before he could react. He crumpled, gasping, kicked across the polished floor.
Thud.
Mila shot to her feet. "What are you doing? I said throw David out!"
I clapped slowly. "They didn't make a mistake. They're disposing of the only dog in the room."
"What are you talking about?"
"This building might still say 'Galloway' on the sign." I exhaled smoke, finally meeting her eyes. "But ownership? That's been mine for years."
