Fiancée's Betrayal, I'll Crash Her Empire By Dawn - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Cyril, what the hell are you doing?" Shirley demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.
I met her glare with a lazy grin that only made her angrier. "After five years together, Shirley, I figured you deserved a proper goodbye present."
Ignoring the fire in her eyes, I turned to watch the massive countdown screen with undisguised glee. Right on cue, as the timer hit zero, emergency news alerts lit up the trading floor like fireworks.
[BREAKING: Davison Group Under Investigation for Financial Fraud & Bribery - SEC Launches Immediate Probe]
The room erupted. Shirley went sheet-white, whirling on Digby with panic cracking her perfect facade. "What the fuck is happening?!"
Digby's Adam's apple bobbed like a buoy in rough seas. "I—I don't know! This wasn't supposed to—"
Camera flashes exploded around them as reporters descended like vultures:
"Miss Davison! How does your company respond to these fraud allegations?"
Her smile looked like it hurt. "There's clearly been a mistake. We'll address this promptly."
Before she could spin more lies, an exchange official materialized with a clipboard. "Effective immediately, your IPO is suspended pending investigation."
Her manicured hands shook. Digby grabbed her arm, hissing, "Shirley, we're screwed! What do we—"
She threw him off like he was radioactive. "Shut your mouth! This is YOUR mess!"
Digby's jaw dropped. "MY mess? You signed off on every shady deal!"
Their screaming match became the trading floor's main attraction—a spectacular meltdown for everyone to enjoy.
I leaned against the wall, popcorn-worthy entertainment unfolding before me. Some epic love story—crumbling faster than a sandcastle at high tide.
Suddenly, Shirley zeroed in on me with murder in her eyes. "You did this!"
I tilted my head, all fake innocence. "Me? Come on, Shirley. I'm just your pretty boytoy, remember? Not exactly mastermind material."
Her nostrils flared. "Then who—"
"Still don't get it?" I almost felt sorry for her. "You didn't need my help to self-destruct."
The truth hit me after her betrayal. She didn't just want me gone—she wanted me broken. That kind of desperation leaves traces.
Growing up in my father's boardrooms taught me to smell rot in financials. Back when I cared, I'd question the odd numbers and she'd smooth it over. But lately, her excuses had more holes than Swiss cheese.
Turns out she'd been cooking books and greasing palms to fast-track her IPO. I'd guessed she'd last a year before imploding—didn't expect her to speedrun her own downfall.
"No!" Shirley's denial was almost pathetic. "I built everything perfect!"
My laugh was colder than Wall Street in January. "Fraud. Bribery. You really thought you'd skate forever? The law's slow, Shirley, but it always collects."
I met her glare with a lazy grin that only made her angrier. "After five years together, Shirley, I figured you deserved a proper goodbye present."
Ignoring the fire in her eyes, I turned to watch the massive countdown screen with undisguised glee. Right on cue, as the timer hit zero, emergency news alerts lit up the trading floor like fireworks.
[BREAKING: Davison Group Under Investigation for Financial Fraud & Bribery - SEC Launches Immediate Probe]
The room erupted. Shirley went sheet-white, whirling on Digby with panic cracking her perfect facade. "What the fuck is happening?!"
Digby's Adam's apple bobbed like a buoy in rough seas. "I—I don't know! This wasn't supposed to—"
Camera flashes exploded around them as reporters descended like vultures:
"Miss Davison! How does your company respond to these fraud allegations?"
Her smile looked like it hurt. "There's clearly been a mistake. We'll address this promptly."
Before she could spin more lies, an exchange official materialized with a clipboard. "Effective immediately, your IPO is suspended pending investigation."
Her manicured hands shook. Digby grabbed her arm, hissing, "Shirley, we're screwed! What do we—"
She threw him off like he was radioactive. "Shut your mouth! This is YOUR mess!"
Digby's jaw dropped. "MY mess? You signed off on every shady deal!"
Their screaming match became the trading floor's main attraction—a spectacular meltdown for everyone to enjoy.
I leaned against the wall, popcorn-worthy entertainment unfolding before me. Some epic love story—crumbling faster than a sandcastle at high tide.
Suddenly, Shirley zeroed in on me with murder in her eyes. "You did this!"
I tilted my head, all fake innocence. "Me? Come on, Shirley. I'm just your pretty boytoy, remember? Not exactly mastermind material."
Her nostrils flared. "Then who—"
"Still don't get it?" I almost felt sorry for her. "You didn't need my help to self-destruct."
The truth hit me after her betrayal. She didn't just want me gone—she wanted me broken. That kind of desperation leaves traces.
Growing up in my father's boardrooms taught me to smell rot in financials. Back when I cared, I'd question the odd numbers and she'd smooth it over. But lately, her excuses had more holes than Swiss cheese.
Turns out she'd been cooking books and greasing palms to fast-track her IPO. I'd guessed she'd last a year before imploding—didn't expect her to speedrun her own downfall.
"No!" Shirley's denial was almost pathetic. "I built everything perfect!"
My laugh was colder than Wall Street in January. "Fraud. Bribery. You really thought you'd skate forever? The law's slow, Shirley, but it always collects."
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