Chapter 183
Chapter 183:
“Oh. That’s…” I paused. The shock in my voice wasn’t fake. “That’s clever. The stuff’s worthless, isn’t it? Cracked junk no one else wants, but it still sells for ridiculous amounts. So technically, no one’s paying you. They’re just overpaying for garbage. Your wife pockets the profit, and your hands stay clean.” Maxwell beamed. “You’re sharper than I thought, Miss Vance. Now do you believe I’m worth nine figures p>
I exhaled slowly. “You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that. But if your boss finds out, you’ll be pissing in a bucket at Rikers for the next twenty years.” His face twitched.
Franklin saw it too and immediately snapped at me. “Don’t talk rubbish. Mr. Maxwell is a cornerstone at LGH. There’s no way someone like him would get p>
I smirked. “Oh yeah? You think he’s more untouchable than Ashton Laurent, the big boss himself p>
Preston narrowed his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. You talk as if you actually know him p>
He scoffed. “Last I heard, you were swanning around claiming you’d married Ashton Laurent. Still clinging to that fantasy, are you? Dropping his name like it gives you clout p>
“You don’t believe I married him p>
Preston laughed. “That might’ve worked on Aunt Caroline, but not me. You never brought him home, never even showed a photo. Probably realized you couldn’t keep the lie going and dropped the act. And now you’re using his name? You sound unhinged p>
“I do know him. And if you’re not careful, I might take all this straight to Ashton p>
The room fell silent. Then someone snorted. Shortly after, all three of them burst out laughing.
“She’s lost it p>
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“Ashton Laurent? Come on, Mira. Pick a more believable name next time p>
“You expect anyone to buy that p>
Maxwell swirled his wine. “Miss Vance, don’t joke like that. I’m the Senior VP, and I see Mr. Laurent maybe once a year. You think he’s just sitting around waiting for you to text him p>
I tapped the table. “You’re really not scared I’ll report you p>
He shrugged. “I told you what I did because I don’t care if it gets out. Besides, you’re not going to do anything p>
I reached across the table, picked up my phone, and held it up. “And if I recorded everything just now p>
“Sure you did,” he said, lips stretched in a smug, lazy smile.
“Oh, I sure did.” I tilted the screen towards him. “And I’m sending it to Ashton Laurent right now p>
Maxwell snorted out a scornful laugh. “Oh, come on. Are we still playing pretend p>
He turned to Franklin. “You didn’t tell me your daughter’s p>