The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Oh,Serapha.Your daughter’s gorgeous. A spitting image of you as a child."
Mom said softly, reaching out to hold Lyra.
Serapha gently patted her daughter's head, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at RJ headquarters, her expression cold and determined.
"Mom, I'm not here for some family party. I'm here to take back what belongs to me and Lyra."
"Your dad's already working on getting you those RJ Group shares. The division you'll be taking over is high-end women's custom fashion, called—"
"VIXEN. I know." Her lips curved slightly.
RJ Group's executive conference room was about to meet the legendary "former Mrs. Thorne" for the first time.
Before everyone could stop buzzing about "that video scandal" and the "sculpture goddess," a man in a black suit with a sharp, cold presence walked through the door.
"Mr. Marcus Anderson from Empire Group has arrived," assistant Andy announced.
As the man entered, Serapha was just standing up, their eyes meeting briefly in midair.
She raised an eyebrow, sizing him up"So you're the famous Marcus Anderson, heir to Empire Group."
"You're... Serapha Lysandra." Marcus's tone was neutral, his gaze unreadable. "Star of that Thorne family circus?"
"If you mean the marriage where I literally kicked those cheating scumbags to the curb—yeah, that's me." She sat down casually. "But now I'm Creative Director of RJ Group's VIXEN brand. We're business partners."
Marcus smirked, skipped the small talk, and pulled out contract documents: "Your VIXEN wants into the European market. Empire provides channels and capital support, but we get brand control."
"Hard pass."
"Why?"
"Because VIXEN is something I built from the ground up. I'm not letting it become some subsidiary under your corporate umbrella."
Marcus studied her like he was seeing her for the first time.
After a moment, he put away the documents"You've got guts, I'll give you that. But the market doesn't care about guts—only winners and losers."
"Then let's make a bet." Serapha leaned toward him. "If I can boost VIXEN's sales by 30% in two months, you invest unconditionally and give up control."
He laughed coldly: "You sure you want to play hardball with me?"
"You sure you want to go up against me?" she shot back.
The tension between them was suffocating, yet oddly electric.
Finally, Marcus looked at her and extended his hand.
"Deal."
After the meeting, they walked out of RJ headquarters together.
As the night breeze hit them, Serapha clutched her files and suddenly asked"Marcus, don't you think this is interesting?"
"What part?"
"You're backing a 'divorced, publicly shamed single mom'—isn't that risky for Empire Group?"
Marcus stopped walking, looking at her like he could see past the surface to something familiar.
"Sometimes," his voice was low, "I'd rather work with someone who's lost everything than deal with those puppets who 'seem to have it all.'"
Serapha stared at him"You've been there?"
Marcus didn't answer, just lit a cigarette, his gaze disappearing into the smoke.
That night, he couldn't sleep.
In his dreams, it was all that windowless little room.
Mom said softly, reaching out to hold Lyra.
Serapha gently patted her daughter's head, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at RJ headquarters, her expression cold and determined.
"Mom, I'm not here for some family party. I'm here to take back what belongs to me and Lyra."
"Your dad's already working on getting you those RJ Group shares. The division you'll be taking over is high-end women's custom fashion, called—"
"VIXEN. I know." Her lips curved slightly.
RJ Group's executive conference room was about to meet the legendary "former Mrs. Thorne" for the first time.
Before everyone could stop buzzing about "that video scandal" and the "sculpture goddess," a man in a black suit with a sharp, cold presence walked through the door.
"Mr. Marcus Anderson from Empire Group has arrived," assistant Andy announced.
As the man entered, Serapha was just standing up, their eyes meeting briefly in midair.
She raised an eyebrow, sizing him up"So you're the famous Marcus Anderson, heir to Empire Group."
"You're... Serapha Lysandra." Marcus's tone was neutral, his gaze unreadable. "Star of that Thorne family circus?"
"If you mean the marriage where I literally kicked those cheating scumbags to the curb—yeah, that's me." She sat down casually. "But now I'm Creative Director of RJ Group's VIXEN brand. We're business partners."
Marcus smirked, skipped the small talk, and pulled out contract documents: "Your VIXEN wants into the European market. Empire provides channels and capital support, but we get brand control."
"Hard pass."
"Why?"
"Because VIXEN is something I built from the ground up. I'm not letting it become some subsidiary under your corporate umbrella."
Marcus studied her like he was seeing her for the first time.
After a moment, he put away the documents"You've got guts, I'll give you that. But the market doesn't care about guts—only winners and losers."
"Then let's make a bet." Serapha leaned toward him. "If I can boost VIXEN's sales by 30% in two months, you invest unconditionally and give up control."
He laughed coldly: "You sure you want to play hardball with me?"
"You sure you want to go up against me?" she shot back.
The tension between them was suffocating, yet oddly electric.
Finally, Marcus looked at her and extended his hand.
"Deal."
After the meeting, they walked out of RJ headquarters together.
As the night breeze hit them, Serapha clutched her files and suddenly asked"Marcus, don't you think this is interesting?"
"What part?"
"You're backing a 'divorced, publicly shamed single mom'—isn't that risky for Empire Group?"
Marcus stopped walking, looking at her like he could see past the surface to something familiar.
"Sometimes," his voice was low, "I'd rather work with someone who's lost everything than deal with those puppets who 'seem to have it all.'"
Serapha stared at him"You've been there?"
Marcus didn't answer, just lit a cigarette, his gaze disappearing into the smoke.
That night, he couldn't sleep.
In his dreams, it was all that windowless little room.
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