All Chapters of Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Accidentally : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ariana Pov My fingers curled tighter around the strap of my handbag. Tessa. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then she slowly rose from her chair, smoothing the front of her blouse as a knowing smile crept across her face. “Save it, Ariana.” I swallowed and shifted my weight, refusing to let her see how uncomfortable her presence made me. Of all the people I could have found sitting behind that desk, it had to be her.Tessa stepped around the desk, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached. She stopped a few feet away, her eyes traveling over me from head to toe before settling on my face. “Well, well, well.” Her smile widened. “Who would have thought? Ariana Reed, the new junior jewelry designer.” I lifted my chin. “Yes, Tessa. I am.” She tilted her head. “Any problem with that?” “Not at all.” The smile on her face sharpened. “Someone like you must have sneaked your way in here. Or perhaps you gave someone a little something to help you land this position.” My grip tig

Ariana Pov Someone gently tapped my shoulder. I stirred and slowly lifted my head, blinking several times as I tried to figure out where I was. My neck felt stiff from the position I had been sleeping in. I rubbed my eyes, still groggy. I hadn’t even realized when I had fallen asleep. “Who is that?” I muttered, looking around before my eyes settled on the person standing beside my desk. Jonathan. “Hey,” I said sleepily. “It’s already past eight,” he said. “You should head home. Or do you intend to sleep here on your first day?” My eyes widened as I turned toward the clock. “Oh my God.” I quickly looked at the sketches scattered across my desk and started gathering them. I stacked the papers neatly and slid them into my folder before picking up the file Tessa had given me earlier and carefully tucking it into my bag. “Goodnight, Ariana.” “Goodnight, Jonathan.” He turned and left. I zipped my bag and swung it over my shoulder before taking one last look around the office

Ariana Pov “What am I supposed to tell the client?” The HR manager's palm struck the desk, making the pen beside his laptop jump. I straightened in my chair. “Sir?” “A high-profile client entrusted this company with an important project, Ariana. It was assigned to you, and now there are no designs to present.” “I had designs.” I gripped the edge of my chair. “I completed the work yesterday and followed every specification in the brief.” His eyes narrowed. “Then where are they?” My fingers twisted together. “I don't know. The sketches I found this morning weren't mine, and the files I saved on my computer were gone.” He leaned back, studying me. “So your work disappeared, and the sketches left behind weren't yours?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” A humorless smile crossed his face. “Save me the excuses, Ariana.” My brows pulled together. “I'm not making excuses.” “You accepted the assignment, failed to deliver it, and now your work has conveniently disappeared.” “I didn't fail.” His

Damian Pov “Mr. Cole.” Ava's voice came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder as she hurried after me, her tablet in one hand. “There’s an urgent matter regarding Sterling Silver Corporation.” My hand moved to the cuff of my shirt as I continued down the hallway. “What happened?” “The agreement hasn’t been signed.” My gaze shifted to her. “It was supposed to be finalized before the gala.” “Yes, sir. Sterling Silver has put the signing on hold.” I pushed open my office door and stepped inside. Shrugging off my suit jacket, I hung it on the coat stand near the wall, then adjusted my collar once before turning back to her. “Why?” “They received another proposal.” I paused. “For the fifty percent stake?” “Yes, sir.” My jaw tightened. “What company?” Ava glanced at her tablet. “Ashford Holdings.” My hand fell from my collar. “Ashford?” “Yes, sir.” I turned fully toward her. “They are competing for the same stake?” “They submitted their proposal this morning.” I walked to my

Nathan Pov I was still staring at the screen, going over the information I had gathered, when my phone rang. I reached for my phone and looked at the screen. It was Damian. I picked up the call. “Any updates yet?” His voice came through the line. “Yes, boss,” I replied. “I found out that Richard Vale’s account had accessed the Sterling Silver proposal at 11:42 p.m. two nights ago, but his badge records showed he hadn’t been in the building.” “And?” “Five minutes later, the proposal was opened again from another device. Richard claimed someone else could have used his workstation, but when I asked his secretary, she denied using it.” “And now?” Damian asked. “His phone is unreachable. I have been trying to reach him. His secretary said he left the office fifteen minutes ago, but she doesn’t know where he went.” “Richard’s name is the only clue that has surfaced during the investigation, and now we can’t reach him.” “Find him,” Damian said. “Yes, boss.” I ended the call