The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

The day to leave the island finally arrived. The night before, I barely slept at all. My mind kept replaying the image of Oliver knocking me to the ground, forcefully slamming my head into the floor.
Since I couldn't sleep, I decided to get up, go to the liquor cabinet, and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I stood by the window, drinking it slowly, alone.
Scenes from the past kept flashing before my eyes, like a movie on repeat. I had given up everything for Oliver—sacrificed myself and even severed ties with my parents just to marry him. And yet, he immediately cheated on me with another woman.
He almost killed me for Jennifer. No, to be exact, I had already died. The Madeline who was thrown into the sea by her own husband had died that day.
Now, the only thing that remained was a soul trapped in someone else's appearance, someone else's identity, unwilling to accept its fate.
At dawn, I would return to the familiar city, ready to begin my revenge on Oliver and Amelia. The thought of it made me feel energized. Every cell in my body was alive with anticipation, restless.
After finishing the whiskey, the sky was beginning to lighten. I collected my thoughts, washed up, did my makeup, and changed into fresh clothes.
Just as I was finishing, the maid arrived with breakfast, bringing it to my room. After I finished my meal, the maid took my luggage and led me to the airport, where a luxurious private jet was already waiting.
"Ms. Gordon, please board." The beautiful flight attendant gestured politely, then took the luggage from the maid's hands.
As I walked into the lavish cabin, I saw a man already seated on the sofa. I approached, and to my surprise, it was Mason. I asked, "What are you doing here? Are you coming back with me?"
Mason hadn't shown up in over a month, so I didn't expect to see him on the plane.
"Yes, I'm coming back with you." His expression remained as indifferent as ever, and he tossed a file folder toward me.
I asked, "What's in here?"
He replied, "Why don't you open it and find out?"
He had a point. I opened the file, pulling out a few sheets of paper, two keys, a stack of cards, and a brand-new phone.
Mason explained, "The papers contain Truxton Group's information and your address. The plane will land in two hours. You need to memorize everything on the papers before we land."
I glanced through the papers. The information wasn't too much. I was confident I could have it all memorized by the time we landed.
I nodded and started fiddling with the two keys and various cards. Seeing that, Mason continued, "One of the keys is for your place. There's already a maid waiting for you at your home.
"The car is parked in the company's underground parking lot, spot 16 in Area A. The license plate ends in four eights. The bank card has a million dollars on it, and the credit card can be used anywhere with no limit.
"As for the beauty and fitness cards, your maid will give you the details about the clubs' location. The phone has my contact information. If you have any issues, you can reach out to me at any time."
Once all the small details were covered, Mason became more serious. "I'm giving you one month for your revenge. You can use whatever method you want. Do whatever you think is necessary.
"But you must ensure your safety, and your identity mustn't be compromised in any negative way. Can you do that?"
"Yes," I answered briefly.
"Good. I believe in you." After saying that, he closed his eyes and started to rest. I focused on memorizing the contents of the papers.
I'd had an unusually good memory since I was a kid. I wouldn't say I could memorize everything at a glance, but as long as I read it twice carefully, it stuck.
The company I was going to was the same one my ex-husband, Oliver, worked at. But my new position was the Deputy General Manager—Oliver's direct superior.
Back then, Oliver had worked tirelessly to secure a place for himself in the company, fighting tooth and nail to carve out a spot.
Yet Mason effortlessly made me the Deputy General Manager. I wasn't interested in how he managed that. What interested me now was how I could make Oliver, that scumbag, suffer and repay him a thousandfold for everything he did to me.
Most of the documents were filled with the positions and relationships of the company's senior management. Oliver's name was prominently listed, and his position had even been promoted one level higher over the last three months.
I had heard Oliver mention most of the people listed, so after just a quick glance, I put the papers down.
Noticing that I put them aside, Mason opened his eyes. "Got it all memorized?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Okay. Good luck," Mason said.
As we spoke, the plane had begun its descent. After we landed, a black Bentley was already waiting on the tarmac.
Mason didn't get off the plane, and I stepped out. The driver of the Bentley rushed over to me, greeting politely, "Good day, Ms. Gordon. I'm here to take you back to the company. Mr. Xander Anderson, the General Manager, sent me."
"Thank you. I appreciate that." My words were polite, but my attitude was distant, keeping people at arm's length.
"No worries, ma'am. You've had a long journey. We're the ones who should thank you for coming." The driver opened the car door for me, his hand in a pristine white glove resting above the frame.
Once I sat inside, he quickly returned to the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove toward the company.
When the car was still some distance from the company, I could already see a crowd of people standing at the main entrance, lined up neatly in two rows.
Above the company's front gate was a huge banner that read, "A Warm Welcome to Deputy General Manager Katherine Gordon on Her Appointment to the Company."
Not only that, but to the right of the gate, a group of musicians was setting up.
Before the car had even come to a stop, the musicians began playing a cheerful tune, and General Manager Xander Anderson himself walked over to open the car door for me.
I chuckled, "I'm your subordinate. How could I possibly let you open the door for me?"
Xander smiled back, "Oh, please, Ms. Gordon, don't say that. It's an honor to have you as our Deputy General Manager. Opening the door for you is nothing."
Xander and I exchanged pleasantries, but we both knew what was going on in our heads. It was our first time meeting, yet we both acted as if we were old friends.
While chatting with Xander, I casually scanned the crowd. I spotted Oliver standing on the outskirts, trying desperately to inch his way closer.
I couldn't help but scoff to myself. He was still the same old Oliver. If there was an opportunity to show off in front of his superiors, he would never miss it.
I was certain he was going to cause some kind of trouble today, trying to earn my favor.