Semua Bab Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband : Bab 31 - Bab 40

"Clack Clack Clack" The marble floors of McQueen Gallery echoed with Victoria's measured footsteps as she made her way through the lobby, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding in her temples. Derek Brown's voice still rang in her ears from their phone conversation that morning—polite, apologetic, but ultimately another rejection that sent her carefully orchestrated plans spiraling toward disaster. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Blackwood, but I've already committed to the Morrison Foundation's spring exhibition," he'd said, his tone carrying that particular brand of New York artistic superiority that made Victoria's teeth ache. "Perhaps next season?" Next season. As if she had the luxury of time when Phoebe McQueen was already making calls to her society friends, promising them an event that would rival the Met Gala itself. Victoria pushed through the glass doors of her office building, her assistant Elena's worried face the first thing she saw as she entere

**Cardwell industries **The mahogany table stretched like a gleaming battlefield across the executive conference room. Twenty-two leather chairs surrounded it, each one occupied by a member of Cardwell Industries' board of directors. At the head sat David, his silver hair catching the morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, his presence filling the room majestically, To his right, the newly installed Vice Chairman's chair waited.Ava paused outside the frosted glass doors, she caught her distorted reflection in the surface. Three days had passed since her installation ceremony, and this would be her first official board meeting. Through the glass, she could hear the animated conversations and saw the occasional glances toward the door."Good morning, Ava" His cheery voice waking Ava up from her reverie, he looked towards the boardroom, his voice softening "Having second thoughts?" Dean stood beside her now, adjusting a stack of financial reports."Third and fourth t

Paul slumped back into his chair, his face flushed from the outburst. The dining room fell into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the soft clinking of dishes as the maids hurriedly cleared the table. "Well," Paul muttered, loosening his tie. "That went well." Ethan remained standing, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of his chair. "You really had to bring up Dream Inc tonight?" "Someone had to." Paul's voice was quieter now, but firm. "Your mother can scream all she wants, but facts are facts. Sky Cement is slipping through your fingers." "I'm handling it." "Are you?" Paul leaned forward, studying his son's haggard face. "When was the last time you slept? Really slept?" Ethan's jaw tightened. "Sleep is a luxury I can't afford right now." "Neither is pride." Paul stood slowly, his earlier anger replaced by something that almost resembled concern. "I watched your grandfather, my father build this company from nothing, Ethan. I know what it takes to make hard choices

"Oh thank God you're here" Elena sighed excitedly as she watched Victoria approach the wide lobby. Victoria's heels echoed through the empty gallery corridors as she arrived at seven AM sharp, Elena was already at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee and a thick manila folder waiting like offerings on an altar. "Tell me you have good news," Victoria said, snatching the folder without preamble. "Better than good." Elena's eyes were bright with the kind of excitement that came from uncovering secrets. "Victor Odolo isn't just looking for exposure in the circle, he's basically hunting for legitimacy. Something about his past is... complicated." Victoria settled into her chair, spreading the contents of the folder across her desk like tarot cards revealing the future. Photographs, articles, financial records that proved Elena had been thorough. "He's German-born but spent his early career in underground galleries in Berlin," Elena continued, leaning forward conspiratorially. "Made his

Two weeks had passed since Ava's first board meeting, and the Cardwell Industries conference room buzzed with anticipation. Today's agenda included three major proposals that would shape the company's direction for the next fiscal year. Ava sat at her usual place beside David, reviewing her notes one final time before the meeting began. "What's up? You nervous?" Dean asked quietly, sliding into the seat across from her a cheeky smile on his face. "Excited," she corrected, though her fingers drummed against her leather portfolio."Why are you still in New York, Mr CEO?" She quizzed the younger man who shrugged his shoulders. " I got everything under control" He replied waving his phone in her face. "Technologia" Ava sighed in frustration, though a small smile remained on her lips, she knew he was worried about leaving her here, she could handle whatever came, but she was still grateful for the support. "I've been working on the sustainability initiative proposal for days." S