The CEO's Contractual Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

OliviaTwo minutes later, Andrew Thompson entered with Vanessa Winters, the hotel manager I'd met during our site visit. He looked around the conference room with obvious interest. "Mrs. Carter," he greeted me warmly. "Hope you don't mind me arriving early. I wanted to see your team's workspace before the formal presentation." "Not at all, Mr. Thompson. Welcome." I shook his hand, then Vanessa's. "Can I offer you coffee? Water?" "Coffee would be excellent." Dylan materialized with a tray, as if he'd been expecting this, and set down three cups of perfectly brewed coffee, along with cream and sugar. "Your assistant is remarkably efficient," Andrew observed. "Dylan's the best," I agreed, catching Dylan's pleased expression as he left. Andrew settled into a chair, looking relaxed despite being forty-five minutes early. "I'll be honest, Mrs. Carter. I'm eager to see what you've prepared. The preliminary concepts impressed me, but I want to see the complete vision." "You will. My t

OliviaI walked back to my office in a daze, the folder heavy in my hands. Dylan spotted me immediately, his eyes going wide. "Mrs. Carter? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Not a ghost. Just my entire career trajectory changing in the span of fifteen minutes." I collapsed into my desk chair. "Cornerstone Resort Group wants me to lead their complete brand overhaul." Dylan's jaw dropped. "Cornerstone? The Cornerstone?" "Unless there's another luxury resort chain I'm not aware of." I opened the folder, spreading documents across my desk. "Seventeen properties. Eight-month timeline. Complete rebrand." "Holy shit," Dylan breathed, then caught himself. "Sorry, I mean, that's incredible, Mrs. Carter!" "It's terrifying is what it is." I pulled up Cornerstone's website on my computer and clicked through their property listings. "Look at this. Whistler, Aspen, Park City, Jackson Hole, Miami, Charleston, Napa..." "Every major luxury destination in North America," Dylan said. "This is

AlexanderI took another sip of scotch, letting her words hang in the air between us. "Here's what you're missing," I said finally. "You think exposing my marriage hurts me. But what does it actually prove? That I made a business arrangement to satisfy Grandfather's requirement? The board already suspects that. Grandfather suspects it too." "They suspect. I can prove it." "Can you?" I tilted my head. "All you have is speculation and circumstantial evidence. Maybe some photos of documents, maybe some hearsay. Nothing concrete." Victoria's smile tightened. "I have enough." "Even if you do, so what?" I leaned forward. "My marriage might be unconventional, but it's legal. Olivia and I signed our names, said our vows. Whether we did it for love or business doesn't change the legality." "It changes the optics." "Maybe. But optics fade. Scandals blow over." I tapped the manila folder. "Embezzlement? That's criminal. That's prison time. That's your entire life destroyed, not just your

OliviaThe Cornerstone Resort Group materials covered every surface of the study: property profiles, market analyses, guest demographic breakdowns, and competitive positioning reports. Two days. I had two days to finish organizing all this chaos into something coherent before Monday's meeting. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed eight, the sound echoing through the quiet house. Alfred had already retired for the evening. Chef had left dinner warming in the kitchen, but I'd been too focused to eat. I pulled up the Aspen property files again, cross-referencing their guest reviews with their social media engagement. The patterns were starting to emerge, but I needed more time to— The front door opened and closed. Alexander's footsteps crossed the marble foyer, heading toward the study. "You're still working," he said from the doorway, loosening his tie. I glanced up briefly. "Yeah. Cornerstone prep. Where did you go?" "Meeting." "Kind of late for a meeting." "It ran long

OliviaKevin Harris entered first, a silver-haired man in his early sixties with sharp eyes that missed nothing. Behind him came three executives: a younger woman with glasses who had CFO written all over her, a balding man clutching a leather portfolio, and a third person I recognized from LinkedIn as their head of marketing. "Mr. Harris." I extended my hand, my grip firm. "Thank you for making the trip. I'm Olivia Carter." "Mrs. Carter." His handshake matched mine in strength. "I've heard impressive things about your work on Thompson Hotels." "Andrew Thompson is very kind." I gestured to the conference table. "Please, have a seat. Can I offer you coffee? Water?" "Coffee would be excellent," Kevin said, settling into the chair with the ease of someone accustomed to commanding rooms. Dylan moved like a well-oiled machine, distributing coffee while I made introductions. "This is Charlotte Roberts, our CFO," Kevin indicated, pointing to the woman with glasses. "Jonathan Parker, VP