บททั้งหมดของ Divorce To Marry A CEO : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The following morning, after the presentation, Carla called Nina into her office. The usually composed Nina felt a sense of unease as Carla’s sharp eyes bore into her.“Nina, we need to talk,” Carla began, with a stern voice. “It has come to my attention that you’ve been tampering with other designer’s work. Specifically, Sophia’s.”Nina’s face flushed with indignation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Save it,” Carla snapped. “We have evidence, Nina. You’ve abused your position, and this isn’t the first time you’ve been accused of sabotaging a colleague.”Nina’s mind raced. How had they found out? She had been so careful.“As of today, you are no longer the head of the senior design team,” Carla continued. “You’ll remain a senior designer, but you’ll have no authority over other designers. Consider this your final warning.”Nina’s nails dug into her palms, but she forced herself to remain composed. “Understood,” she sa

Sophia strolled along the lake's edge, where the crowd was moderate but lively. She found a picturesque spot and immersed herself in the view. Taking out her phone, she joined others in capturing selfies. In one of her shots, she noticed Marcus and Lila approaching. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly resumed her activity, pretending not to see them. "Damn it, they're coming my way," she muttered under her breath. Marcus spoke first, his voice tinged with jealousy. "Sophia, where's your little toy? Has he already grown tired of you?" He seemed relieved to find her alone. Sophia remained silent, focusing on the scenery. Lila, eager to learn about Alexander's whereabouts, was displeased by Sophia's indifference. She stepped closer and asked, "Sophia, why are you ignoring us? Are you still angry?" Sophia's gaze turned icy. "Neither of you is worthy of my anger." Marcus was taken aback; he'd never seen her so cold. Regaining his composure, he offered, "Sophia, my offer still st

Mark, standing tall and composed, bowed slightly. "Of course, Mrs. Evans. Your wish is my command."He turned to Humphrey, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole and said coldly. "You heard her."Humphrey nodded frantically and barked orders to the security guards. "You two, escort them out. Now!"The guards wasted no time. They grabbed Marcus and Lila, ignoring their protests and pleas."Wait! Mr. Gregg, you can't do this!" Marcus shouted, struggling against the guards. "You don’t understand, she's nothing without me!""Yes!" Lila screeched. "She’s just a fraud! You’ll regret this, Mr. Gregg!"But their words fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged them out of the venue, their desperate cries fading into the distance.Sophia stood motionless, her face unreadable, while she watched the entire scene unfold with cold detachment, her lips curling into a faint smile as the two were thrown out.She remembered Alexander's words from a few months ago: 'You might let them g

But still, the thought of Alexander searching for another woman, someone who meant something to him made Sophia’s stomach twist painfully. Does he love her? she thought. Her fingers subconsciously tightened around her fork.After what felt like an eternity, Alexander returned. His movements were calm, his expression carefully composed, as though the tense conversation had never happened. He sat back in his seat and picked up his utensils, continuing his meal like nothing was wrong.Sophia watched him quietly, her appetite completely gone. She wanted to ask him. She wanted to demand who Karen was and why he was so desperate to find her. But the words caught in her throat, and instead, she swallowed them down like a bitter pill. It’s none of your business, she reminded herself.The rest of the meal passed in silence. Alexander didn’t say much, and Sophia didn’t push. After they finished, Alexander placed his napkin on the table and stood up.“Goodni

Elsewhere in the Hawthorne residence, the atmosphere was gloomy. Old Master Raphael Hawthorne and the rest of the family sat in the living room, waiting for Marcus to show up. He had been brought home late last night, drunk and wasted.Raphael turned to his son, Pablo, his stern expression sharp enough to cut glass. “Are you certain he attended the Evans gala as I instructed him?”Pablo nodded, feeling the weight of his father’s displeasure. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. He attended but left before it ended and went straight to a nearby bar.”Raphael slammed his cane on the table, the sharp sound making everyone tremble. “So incompetent! He can’t even handle a simple task, knowing full well the future of this company rests on his shoulders.”Evelyn, Marcus’s mother, mustered the courage to speak up. “Dad, why don’t we give Marcus a chance to explain himself? Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.”Raphael turned his cold, piercing glare on her. “If it