Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Arabella had prepared teams of trusted external auditors. Each one was assigned to an executive to collect the necessary data. She'd also stationed auditors at every branch office with instructions to secure hard drives and server access immediately. Executives like Mrs. Manning, who ran satellite offices, had to call their departments immediately to authorize the audit before leaving the meeting. "Ms. Greene." Mrs. Manning paused at the door. "I'm impressed. Truly. I hope this brings the results we need."Then she left.The room was empty except for Arabella and Serena. Adrian had left moments earlier with Mr. Campbell, discussing something in low voices. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Arabella?" Serena's voice was shaking with barely controlled fury.Arabella didn't look up. She kept packing her things methodically.Serena crossed the room and grabbed Arabella's wrist hard.Arabella's head snapped up."Do you even know what you're doing?" Serena hissed. "This isn't s

Arabella was already moving—halfway to the stairs before she realized what she was doing. “I think it's a fever." Adrian kept pace with her, his voice strained. "He was running hot earlier. Serena thought she could handle it, but it kept getting worse. Now he's shivering and I—I didn't know what else to do.”When they reached Axel's room, Serena was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking frustrated and half-asleep. Arabella rushed forward and pulled the thermometer from under Axel's arm.105°F.Her stomach dropped.That was dangerously high. Arabella gasped in disbelief. He looked just fine when she saw her earlier in the morning. How could his temperature jump so high without prior signs? She pushed past Serena and took her place on the bed beside Axel."Adrian, I thought you said you were calling the doctor." Serena's voice was irritated. "What can she possibly do that I haven't already tried?” But Adrian didn't pay her any mind as he squatted beside Arabella. Arabella dipp

Arabella leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips."Ms. West." She gestured to an empty seat. "I suggest you sit down and enjoy the show.”Mr. Lyon's gaze swept the room, landing finally on Mr. Santos. "Someone explain. Now.”Adrian moved closer, equally stunned by Mr. Lyon's deference to Arabella. "Ms. Greene." Mr. Lyon's tone was almost pleading. "If you've experienced any mistreatment, please tell me. I'll handle it personally."He looked genuinely worried about having offended her.Adrian stepped forward."My son has been systematically bullied by older students here. We brought video evidence. But Mr. Santos—" he shot a cold look at the principal "—dismissed it. He said because my company is struggling, my son doesn't matter.” "Mr. Sterling." Mr. Lyon's smile was tight and dismissive. "We'll address that shortly."He turned back to Arabella immediately."Ms. Greene, please—”"Mr. Lyon." Arabella's voice was measured. "Do you share Mr. Santos's view? That a ch

Elena's death.It had always been Adrian's deepest wound.The guilt he carried toward the Smiths; toward Serena, was crushing.It was why he'd let Serena control him for so long.When it happened, no one blamed him."An unfortunate accident," both families had said. "These things happen."But Adrian had never stopped blaming himself. Yes, it was an accident. But it was avoidable.If only he'd been watching them instead of playing nearby. If only he'd noticed when Elena climbed too high.Maybe she'd still be alive.And maybe their mother wouldn't have died from grief four years later.Adrian gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles went white.Guilt tore through him, sharp and familiar. His hands trembled."Stay away from my son." Adrian's voice was low. Raw. "And if you go near Arabella again—if you hurt either of them—I will make sure you never practice law again.”Serena pushed herself up on shaking legs. Her wrist throbbed. Her neck was still red from his grip. She stumble

Derek shoved him back and scrambled away."Get off me! Have you lost your mind?”"Adrian, don't." Carl sat up straighter. "Don't do something stupid.”"Man, your stock is down, but Sterling Group is still worth billions." Aiden shook his head. "Don't throw that away.”Adrian grabbed Derek's arm again. "You're close to her now. You must know what she's planning. Tell me—I can help her.”Derek pushed him off and stood up, backing away."No. Absolutely not. I'm not betraying her confidence." He held up his hands. "And honestly? I don't know her plans. The only person she talks to is Vera, and Vera doesn't tell me anything that's not my business.”Adrian stood and grabbed his arm again."Then just—give me advice. Suggestions. Anything."His voice was desperate. "I'll do anything if it means she might forgive me.” Derek tried to pull away. Adrian's grip tightened."I'll handle all your legal work next year. Pro bono. Every contract, every consultation—free."He looked Derek dead in the ey