Semua Bab Which Hand Really Feeds: Bab 1 - Bab 9

I returned to my office, ready to submit my resignation, but Steve followed me inside.He was frowning anxiously, reaching for my hand as he said, "Look, Ellen—we've been together for eight years, and you're not a child. Divorce is no joke, alright? And the company's IPO is approaching. Don't throw away everything you've worked so hard to build."So he knew I'd worked so hard to build this company but decided to hand it over to another woman anyway.My heart was filled with bitterness, and I looked up into his eyes and said, "These are working hours, Mr. Lahm. Don't get touchy with an employee, and you can hand over anything you want to Millie since I won't be following up."He was stunned, and his eyes soon flashed with rage and exasperation. "Why can't you learn for once?!"I sighed—he would always think of me as the unreasonable one.Ignoring him, I clicked into my email app and sent my resignation letter to him and HR. "Can you approve my resignation? I'm sure you're not stop

I arrived at the office to see Steve carefully helping Millie out of the car, and she had his coat over her shoulders.Steve soon noticed me and looked away, explaining unnaturally, "Millie's sick. I'm just—"I stopped and nodded. "What you do with her is none of my business."Steve was ready for me to snap, and my calm reaction left him stumped and rubbing his temples."Still upset, huh? Fine, let's talk." He strode up, grabbed my wrist, and said mildly, "Stop this nonsense right now. Come back to work, and I will tell HR to void your resignation. You've worked for eight years to build the company. Where else can you go?""Argh!!!"Before I could refuse, Millie collapsed on him, pale as she gasped in pain, "Steve, I'm hurting…"Steve hesitated, but he soon scooped her up in his arms to take her to the hospital.It was the same thing every time—Millie would always interrupt any moment we were going to make peace.-During lunch, Steve arrived with two cakes, handing one to Mi

And with those words, I turned to leave as I knew the lawyer would soon send the divorce papers to him.Not bothered by him hounding me, I strode out of the building and got into the car already waiting for me.On my way to the airport, I could see Steve giving chase in his car, clearly intent on stopping me.I simply frowned and told the chauffeur to go faster.Upon my arrival at the airport, I was about to turn off my phone when Steve's messages arrived, one after the other.[Ellen, what divorce papers?][I didn't agree to this!][Millie and I are just friends, and I'm just taking care of a friend! Don't get the wrong idea!]I sneered and blocked him right then.Looking up, I stared at Wall Street, where I'd fought so hard for eight years… but there will be a new boss in town soon.-Landing in Chicago, I got into the car my father sent, and we were soon on the family manor grounds.Rows of olive trees stretched on, but I found the white building at the very end lower tha

I looked at Steve calmly as if he were just a stranger. "You're the one who gave up on us first. And isn't that what you and Millie want?""No!" Steve paled even as he argued, "Let's stop this, okay? Let's just start over, yeah?"He strode up to reach for my hand, gulping as he cried, "I'll let you be the marketing manager as you always should've been and transfer Millie to some other branch. We will go to work and leave work together like we used to—""Stop!" I shook his hand off, distancing myself while glaring at him icily. "You're really unreasonable. It's totally over between us, so stop bothering me."As Steve's hands dropped limply at his sides, my consigliere arrived, bowing his head respectfully. "Principessa, Don Jakos is waiting for you to come home for dinner. He says there's something to discuss."I nodded and got into my car.Before I told the chauffeur to drive, I turned to see Steve's shocked look.After some thought, I said, "You can probably guess by now—I am t

Ellen's POVFather was waiting in the dining room when I got home, smiling and nodding. "Well done, Ellen."I nodded and raised my glass at him. "Because you've taught me well, Father. And what is it that you wanted to discuss?"He took a puff of his cigar, his deep voice booming. "Your mother had made me promise her one thing before she died… which is to find you someone who will always be there for you for the rest of your life."I lowered my glass as he continued, "And you've met Carl Gooding before. He's the eldest son of the Goodings, and his father suggested an engagement when we met last month, but I insisted that you're the only one who can make the call."Carl Gooding?A masterfully chiseled visage appeared in my mind right then.Dark curls, the faint wrinkles that creased as he grinned…Nodding, I said, "He's acceptable."Father did a double-take, and then laughed. "You really are quick on your feet."-Just three days later, Carl himself appeared at my office.He