I was unwilling—furious—but I had no choice. My eyes burned red, and the room grew silent, filled with pitying stares.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One—”
“Stop! Damn it, I’ll sell, alright?”
Madison’s smile widened with satisfaction.
“Well, well! Who dares to push my dear sister to the brink? Whoever it is, I’ll make sure to reward them generously! Hahaha!”
Everyone understood the hidden threat—either stand with her or die. Because she was winning, and that was the reality.
Shaking with rage, I followed her orders and dumped the stock, handing my hard-earned gains to her.
Madison pranced around with a self-made swan dance, pulled out a cigarette, and one of the shareholders eager to side with her quickly lit it.
She exhaled a puff of smoke right into my face, her arrogant smirk making me want to tear her apart with my bare hands.
If she hadn’t been holding my father’s urn, I never would have tolerated her.
“How does it feel, sis? Do you wish me dead?”
“Everything you once owned is slowly becoming mine.”
“Madison, I already sold you my shares. Now give me back my father’s urn as promised.”
“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.”
“Madison, don’t you dare!”