"What I do care about is this: six months ago, you used James Group funds and resources to open a luxury auto dealership for her. Twenty million dollars—marked as 'charitable investment.'"
"Tell me, Leo—did you get board approval? Embezzling company funds to keep your mistress. How does that charge sound?"
Leo's face turned ashen.
"You investigated me? She's not my mistress!"
"Then what is she?"
I stood and walked toward Virginia.
"Ms. Matthews, why don't you tell me—what exactly are you?"
Virginia bit her lip.
"I... I just admire Mr. James. I'm grateful for his help. That's why I came to take care of him for a couple of days..."
"Admire him enough to wear my clothes and sleep in my bed?"
I gestured toward the master bedroom, its door left ajar.
"Leo, I saw both of you come out of that room with my own eyes. Explain that."
Leo's jaw tightened.
"Believe what you want. Virginia slept on the floor to take care of me. Nothing happened!"
"I don't care whether you slept together or not."
I tucked the folder away and placed a divorce agreement on the coffee table. My tone left no room for negotiation.
"Leo, return full ownership of the dealership. Sign these papers like a good boy. Assets will be divided per our prenup. We end this with dignity."
"Refuse, and I'll sue you for embezzlement and adultery. I'll report everything to the board. Care to guess whether those old foxes will seize the chance to throw you out?"
