All Chapters of I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I studied Maxwell with a frown.No way someone like him was from their main office.Maybe he wasn’t LGH at all.Maybe he was full of shit.While they kept babbling, I slid my phone out of my clutch and secretly took a photo.Sent it straight to Ashton Laurent.[This guy. You know him?]It took Ashton a few minutes to reply.[Yeah. He’s a Senior VP at Laurent Systems & Solutions. Why?][He’s meeting suppliers on the sly.]I started typing more. Stopped. Deleted.Typed again.[Tried to grope me under the table.]Sent.I flipped the phone screen down and turned on the recording app.While Franklin tried to pitch him again, I cut in.‘LGH’s got some tight policies, don’t they? Something about staff being banned from meeting vendors off the record. No gifts. No cash. No freebies. Not even a discount voucher.’Maxwell paused, fork halfway to his mouth. ‘I didn’t take anything from them.’I pointed at the lobster tail swimming in butter and the sliced abalone drowning in brown sauce. ‘You th

Maxwell kept twitching his eyes at Franklin like he was sending a Morse code signal.Franklin finally spoke up, stiff as a broomstick. ‘Yes… it was just business talk. Regular discussion. Nothing else. Mr Maxwell was asking about our compliance structure. He said he was impressed. Wanted to examine it more closely…’Preston jumped in. ‘Mira probably misunderstood. She doesn’t work at the company. She doesn’t understand the industry lingo.’Ashton turned to me.I lifted my phone. ‘I recorded everything. The entire conversation. I don’t understand industry lingo? Fine, we’ll get someone who does understand. Maybe an in-house lawyer from Ethics & Compliance.’Maxwell refused to admit defeat. ‘Audio can be doctored. Everyone knows that.’I stared at him. ‘Let’s play it now. We’ll see how doctored it sounds.’‘Wait!’ Maxwell tried to stand up, failed, slumped back. ‘Mr Laurent, sir, I’ve worked for the company for more than a decade. You’ve got to believe me! She—Mrs Laurent, your wife, sh

The phone rang to the last second before I picked up.‘What do you want?’ My voice came out flat, because I wasn’t in the mood to pretend.I’d blocked Caroline’s number, Preston’s number, Catherine’s, Serenna’s.I’d even set my phone to filter all unknown calls.But one number slipped through.Franklin called me so rarely that I forgot I even had his number.He jumped straight into damage control. ‘Mirabelle, sweetheart, we just got out. Total misunderstanding, that whole thing. I wanted to apologise—’‘If that’s it, I’m hanging up.’‘No, no, wait—’ His tone flipped like a switch. ‘I was thinking, if you’re free, maybe come home for dinner sometime?’He said ‘dinner’, I heard ‘trap’.‘You actually think I’d sit down and eat with your lot again?’Silence. Then some pathetic throat-clearing. ‘That was all in the past. This time we’ll treat you right, promise. Proper welcome and everything.’He hesitated, then added, ‘You didn’t even tell us about the wedding. Not a word. We missed the w

Priya didn’t have a job yet, so I offered her one.Nothing fancy—just temp help, weekly pay, cash if she wanted.She showed up the next day in trainers and a messy bun, then carried a massive steel table up the stairs by herself without breaking a sweat.Yvaine watched her drag it into place and muttered, ‘How is she stronger than me and you combined?’The studio was big—too big for three people, even with Priya on beast mode.‘We need to hire someone,’ I said.Yvaine stuck out her hand. ‘Leave it to me. I know people. I’ll find you someone competent, punctual, and preferably not creepy.’‘Great. Don’t get scammed.’I knew why she stuck around.She’d had no time to go home this week, which meant she had not seen Emmett and, consequently, had not been yelled at all week.‘I barely texted Cassian.’ She looked smug. ‘Being busy suits me.’‘Are you complaining or bragging?’‘Neither. I like this. Real work. Once the cake shop’s redone and I’ve got proper staff, I might even turn it into o

I tugged Ashton forward.‘Don’t let him get in your head. I don’t care if he shows up at the studio. I’ll just throw him out myself.’Franklin clocked Ashton’s hesitation and pounced.‘You’re a public figure,’ he said loudly. ‘And Mirabelle’s been getting a lot of buzz online. If people find out how you treat family… it won’t look good.’Ashton stopped, turned.‘Come in.’‘No!’ I snapped, jabbing my fingers into his arm. ‘He’s not setting foot in the house. The second you let him through the door, he’ll glue himself to the floor.’Ashton patted my hand. ‘I’ve got it under control. He’s not getting a thing.’‘Then why let him in?’‘I’ve got something in mind.’‘Care to share?’Franklin had covered the distance between us with a few quick bounds. He chuckled. ‘Knew you’d understand, Ashton. Knew you’d be reasonable.’He shoved past me and sprinted through the doorway before one of us changed our mind.Once we were inside, I didn’t even bother sitting. I glared. ‘Cut the crap. Why are yo