All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

"I know better than anyone," Lawrence said, his hands moving to rest on my waist. "But I already have enough on my plate with stepping out of my mother's shadow and protecting you and our child in the process. Didn't you tell me to send everything to hell and do whatever I wanted now that I'm likely the primary heir to my father's estate? That's what I'm trying to do.""I did tell you that, yes," I admitted, my tone softening. "But I meant for you to send your manipulative mother and your overly suspicious brothers to hell—not to risk Jason and Emma's lives in the process.""I'm not putting anyone's life at risk," Lawrence countered, his voice firm. "That marriage is an agreement between Mark and my parents. Not me. That man can't force me to marry his daughter—not when I'm now the head of my family.""I know...""Do you? Because it doesn't seem like you do. Why do you care so much about what happens to Jason?" Lawrence's tone was laced with something unfamiliar—jealousy.I blinke

"A stone in your path? That's all I am to you," Victoria replied, her tone lofty and dismissive."You're the only stone in my path, Victoria. You always have been. Even after losing my father, you continue to be the root of all my problems. What's worse is that you pretend not to know it," I shot back, my voice edged with frustration.Victoria's expression faltered, something I rarely saw. She took a step back, her lashes fluttering as though trying to blink away the words. She stiffened, her features remaining unnervingly composed, but her retreat was unmistakable. She turned her back on me, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way to the door."Don't be late," she commanded before leaving the room.I exhaled heavily, the weight of the exchange pressing down on me.-I wasn't sure what was worse—digging through endless files to figure out what dealings my father had with Mark or enduring this farce of a dinner at Mark's house. The air in the dining room was thick

Our plan to dismantle Mark and Victoria was ambitious, risky even, but I believed it was exactly what we needed. Each of us had a role to play: Lawrence and Emma would handle the internal battles while Jason and I focused on external maneuvers.Jason was rushing toward the entrance of the Brown mansion as I stood waiting, my laptop bag slung over my arm. I'd just arrived myself and was eager to hear what he had discovered."I hope your delay is justified. What did you find on Mark?" I greeted him with a slight smile."Apologies for being late, Miss Sara," Jason replied, still catching his breath. "I'm afraid I didn't find much that's actionable—mostly dead ends.""That can't be true," I muttered, biting my lip. "What sort of dead ends? Explain it to me."Jason glanced around the room, but aside from a few staff members bustling about with preparations for lunch, we were alone. The Brown mansion was always alive with activity, a self-contained ecosystem where the staff moved in sea

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.As the two debated the feasibility of my plan, I glanced toward Jason, who seemed entirely unbothered by the gravity of the situation. His focus was on his phone, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen. I leaned slightly to the side, curiosity getting the better of me. Was he texting Emma? From this angle, I could see enough to confirm my suspicions.Jason caught my gaze, his eyes meeting mine

"I'd heard he had quite the temper, but isn't that a bit much for just a spilled glass?" Isabelle said slyly, her words laced with subtle judgment."We're on the same page," I replied, taking a sip of my juice. "A man so quick to anger isn't suited for a position of such importance. Personally, I'd love to see someone more eloquent representing us."Isabelle regarded me carefully, her sharp gaze dissecting my words. I smiled back, giving nothing away, and excused myself under the guise of needing the restroom. It wasn't entirely true, but the key to intrigue was never appearing too eager—always leaving them wanting more.Inside the bathroom, I touched up my makeup, applying another coat of my bold red lipstick and fluffing my hair for added volume. Tonight, I'd reclaimed my usual flair, wearing a glittering, figure-hugging dress that radiated confidence. As I adjusted my hair, the mirror betrayed the presence of someone entering behind me. It was Lawrence."You've got the wrong doo