All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

While the night slowly wound down, George sat alone in a dim police interrogation room, elbows braced on the cold metal table, his head buried in his hands.The cuffs around his wrists felt heavier than they should have. They bit into his skin, a constant reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare he could wake up from.How the hell had things turned out like this?That one question burned hot at the back of his mind, eating him alive like a math question he couldn't find an answer to.This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Not even close.His jaw tightened as he dragged his hands down his face, fingers curling into fists.The plan had been simple—clean, even elegant in his mind. Humiliate Mirena publicly at the auction, tear down whatever pride she’d rebuilt since the divorce, make those bastards drop her and force her to realize that without him, she was nothing but a woman scrambling for relevance.He had played the whole outcome of this night in his mind for two days, silently r

After leaving the restaurant, Mirena drove straight to the hospital.As she drove, she mentally began mapping out her next plan, stacking priorities, calculating the next move.The painting was now secured, Michael Richardson was on her side and surprisingly, the chamber of commerce presidency was no longer a distant ambition Eleanor had suddenly injected into her life, but an inevitability that was slowly drifting towards her.She was getting closer.Now, she needed leverage.And Logan was part of that equation.After nearly an hour of driving, she parked in the underground lot, grabbed the bouquet she’d bought on impulse from a florist downtown when she passed, and made her way up.The hospital smelled faintly of disinfectant and warm linen, a mix that she found strangely comforting.When she reached Logan’s room, she knocked once before pushing the door open.Her eyes landed on him immediately.He sat propped up against the bed, sleeves rolled up, files spread neatly across the adj

The next few days flew by in the blink of an eye.Mirena barely had time to breathe before the date for the meeting arrived. Between virtual meetings that constantly blurred into each other, calls that kept coming and files that no matter how many times she reviewed, she needed to be re-reviewed again, she barely noticed the pass of time.And yet, despite how busy she was, everything felt strangely calm. Like the quiet before a storm.When the day of the interview finally arrived, Mirena drove to Crest Finance with clear determination.Eleanor offered this opportunity to her, no way in hell was she fucking it up.Her car rolled down the road of Crest Finance—the talk building coming into view—her phone buzzed with a call.Eleanor’s name danced across the screen as she stole a glance at it.Without hesitation, she answered, putting the phone on loud speaker.“Aunt Eleanor, good morning.” She greeted.“Rena,” Eleanor greeted back. “I thought I’d call before you go in, to wish you good l

The whole room fell silent instantly.It wasn’t the stunned kind of silence that followed a bad joke or an awkward comment—it was sharp, brittle, the kind that cut into the skin and left everyone holding their breath.The smile on Victor’s face vanished completely.“What?” he asked, disbelief lacing his tone.Mirena met his gaze without flinching. “Your position,” she repeated calmly. “If, no, when you lose, it belongs to me.”For a split second, Victor just stared at her. Then he scoffed loudly, pushing his chair back an inch as if the words physically offended him.“Are you listening to yourself?” he snapped.One of the men at the table joined in. “Your demand is outrageous.”Mirena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms loosely. “It’s only outrageous when the wager isn’t even.” She tilted her head slightly. “Come on. I’m betting on my job. I’m not some nepo baby here—I might actually need that job.”Victor narrowed his eyes, studying her more closely now.Something about her t

Just like Mirena had expected, in the hands of Press-World Media, the post gained traction faster in the blink of an eye.Within the first ten minutes of publication, the engagement numbers spiked unnaturally—likes doubling every refresh, comments flooding in so fast that moderators struggled to filter them.By the time the article hit the thirty-minute mark, the hashtag #BoycottVictorJones was trending nationwide.And under every post, the comment section was brutal.[All these higher-uppers always believe they’re better than everyone else. Fire him immediately!][How dare he speak to her like that just because she’s a woman? Stone-age bastard.][Look at the top charts right now—women are leading the financial world and this clown thinks it’s still the 1900s.][Crest Finance should seriously screen their employees before hiring.][LOL Crest Finance stocks are crashing in real time—karma doesn’t miss.]The comment sections turned feral. Some were furious, demanding Victor Jones’ resig