Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 56: Chapter 56
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On the day I returned to the country, the first snow was falling everywhere.
Dragging my suitcase out of the airport, the first thing that caught my eye was a massive billboard.
Right there—Phyllis Collins’ perfectly made-up face, staring back at me.
While I'd been abroad building my company, gearing up to go head-to-head with Ulric as he took control of Wintermere Enterprises—he hadn’t been idle either.
After failing to get special admission and bombing her interview, Ulric still pulled strings and got Phyllis into NYU Tisch, kickstarting her entertainment career.
She was nothing if not consistent.
I smirked cynically and got into my car.
Driving through traffic dusted with light snow, we headed straight to my company building.
The bidding conference in three days marked another crucial turning point.
Sibyl and I had holed up at the company for three days, optimizing our proposal to perfection.
Then, at the public bidding, we secured the contract without any suspense.
The moment my company’s name was announced, I rose from my seat, locking eyes with Ulric across the room.
"YOU! Ivetta!"
I curved my lips slightly. "Long time no see, my brother."
After it ended, he chased after me, cornering me in the hallway. His voice still carried traces of disbelief.
"Lanshire is YOUR company?"
"You hid Sibyl Lowell, didn’t you? You’re the reason she disappeared?!"
"You seem awfully desperate, Ulric," I burst out laughing. "What do you mean 'hid her'? You don’t even know her. Why are you so desperate to find someone you’ve never even met?"
"Planning something illegal, perhaps?"
Then I walked away laughing as his eyes turned dangerously sharp.
My return was incredibly high-profile. After landing the contract, I threw myself into networking, connecting with numerous business celebrities.
With exclusive rights to Sibyl's patents and having just snatched a major project from Wintermere Corp.
Everyone treated me with extraordinary courtesy and friendliness.
Even after winning three Best Actress awards in my last life, I’d never been treated this well.
Swirling the wine in my glass, I smirked.
"People truly need to control the means of production."
Viola turned to me, giving me a long once-over.
"How is it that you were gone just four years, but came back seeming ten years more mature?"
"Makes sense, right? At eighteen, you can get away with crazy shit because you're young," I said. "But once you’re out of college? You need to put on a respectable face before showing your fangs."
With that, I raised my paddle and called out.
"Two hundred thousand."
Phyllis whipped her head around from the front row.
Finnian, sitting beside her, also looked my way. As our eyes met, he looked almost caught off guard.
I spotted the faint scar on his forehead, suddenly finding it incredibly amusing.
"...Two hundred and sixty thousand."
Coming to his senses, he quickly raised his paddle, competing with me.
I knew this diamond bracelet was a gift he intended to buy for Phyllis. Because in a few days, it would be her birthday.
He was still climbing his way up in his family’s company, he was nowhere near as powerful as Ulric with his complete control of Wintermere Corp.
Which meant—if he wanted to stay in the game, he had to win Phyllis over in other ways.
Like showering her with gifts.
I kept bidding against him, watching him eventually pay six hundred thousand for the bracelet.
Then, smiling, I murmured.
"Wow. That’s real love."
Finnian clutched the bracelet, silently staring at me.
Then, finally, his lips parted.
"…Ivetta."
Dragging my suitcase out of the airport, the first thing that caught my eye was a massive billboard.
Right there—Phyllis Collins’ perfectly made-up face, staring back at me.
While I'd been abroad building my company, gearing up to go head-to-head with Ulric as he took control of Wintermere Enterprises—he hadn’t been idle either.
After failing to get special admission and bombing her interview, Ulric still pulled strings and got Phyllis into NYU Tisch, kickstarting her entertainment career.
She was nothing if not consistent.
I smirked cynically and got into my car.
Driving through traffic dusted with light snow, we headed straight to my company building.
The bidding conference in three days marked another crucial turning point.
Sibyl and I had holed up at the company for three days, optimizing our proposal to perfection.
Then, at the public bidding, we secured the contract without any suspense.
The moment my company’s name was announced, I rose from my seat, locking eyes with Ulric across the room.
"YOU! Ivetta!"
I curved my lips slightly. "Long time no see, my brother."
After it ended, he chased after me, cornering me in the hallway. His voice still carried traces of disbelief.
"Lanshire is YOUR company?"
"You hid Sibyl Lowell, didn’t you? You’re the reason she disappeared?!"
"You seem awfully desperate, Ulric," I burst out laughing. "What do you mean 'hid her'? You don’t even know her. Why are you so desperate to find someone you’ve never even met?"
"Planning something illegal, perhaps?"
Then I walked away laughing as his eyes turned dangerously sharp.
My return was incredibly high-profile. After landing the contract, I threw myself into networking, connecting with numerous business celebrities.
With exclusive rights to Sibyl's patents and having just snatched a major project from Wintermere Corp.
Everyone treated me with extraordinary courtesy and friendliness.
Even after winning three Best Actress awards in my last life, I’d never been treated this well.
Swirling the wine in my glass, I smirked.
"People truly need to control the means of production."
Viola turned to me, giving me a long once-over.
"How is it that you were gone just four years, but came back seeming ten years more mature?"
"Makes sense, right? At eighteen, you can get away with crazy shit because you're young," I said. "But once you’re out of college? You need to put on a respectable face before showing your fangs."
With that, I raised my paddle and called out.
"Two hundred thousand."
Phyllis whipped her head around from the front row.
Finnian, sitting beside her, also looked my way. As our eyes met, he looked almost caught off guard.
I spotted the faint scar on his forehead, suddenly finding it incredibly amusing.
"...Two hundred and sixty thousand."
Coming to his senses, he quickly raised his paddle, competing with me.
I knew this diamond bracelet was a gift he intended to buy for Phyllis. Because in a few days, it would be her birthday.
He was still climbing his way up in his family’s company, he was nowhere near as powerful as Ulric with his complete control of Wintermere Corp.
Which meant—if he wanted to stay in the game, he had to win Phyllis over in other ways.
Like showering her with gifts.
I kept bidding against him, watching him eventually pay six hundred thousand for the bracelet.
Then, smiling, I murmured.
"Wow. That’s real love."
Finnian clutched the bracelet, silently staring at me.
Then, finally, his lips parted.
"…Ivetta."
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