"You have the nerve to impersonate Mrs. Finley? You must be out of your mind! Take a good look in the mirror—a man like Morton would never look twice at trash like you!"
She reached smugly into her own bag and produced a red booklet of her own.
"Take a closer look. This is the real one. Morton and I registered our marriage a long time ago. I've seen plenty of women like you, showing up to run a scam. Stop embarrassing yourself!"
I lowered my gaze to the gold-embossed marriage certificate, and the coldness in my eyes sank deeper with every passing second.
Good. Very good.
Morton Finley. What a brilliant game you've been playing.
On one hand, you played the dutiful live-in husband for the Mason family, using my resources, living in my house. On the other, you turned around and married another woman behind my back, making a fool of me the entire time.
I didn't reach up to touch my burning cheek. I didn't argue with her. I simply reached into my bag, pulled out the property deed I'd just obtained, and slammed it down on the table.
"Sapphire Parsons. Open your eyes and read carefully. This house—see whose name is on it."
Sapphire picked up what I'd thrown down, looked at it for a moment, and burst out laughing. "All that posturing, and you pull out some worthless household registry to try and fool me? You've lost your mind!"
I looked at the household registry sitting on the table and frowned. Then it hit me—I'd told my driver to take the property deed back to the family estate before I left.
She waved her hand dismissively and called out, "Security! Drag this lunatic out of here!"
The words had barely left her mouth before two bodyguards in black suits rushed in, reaching for me.
My heart sank.
The day Morton took over the company, he'd come to me practically in tears about how dangerous it was being CEO—too many enemies, he needed personal security. I hadn't hesitated. I'd signed off on a massive budget for him without a second thought.
So these bodyguards weren't his safety net. They were Sapphire's guard dogs.
I stepped back half a pace and swept my gaze over the two men. "I'm Teresa Mason, CEO of the Mason Group. Morton Finley is nothing more than a man who married into my family. You lay a hand on me, and you'd better be ready for what comes next."