Trust Fund Heiress's Revenge: His Betrayal Earned 30 Years - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

I sold all my jewelry just to bury my father.
Returning home, I rushed into the study.
The desk was piled high with trust documents.
Cayman Islands dual-layer structure, irrevocable authorization, sole fund manager...
What I had thought was a shield was actually a prison.
For five years of marriage, Rhett always said: "Lydia, leave professional matters to me. You just enjoy life."
I enjoyed life while he took away everything from me.
I had to find the loopholes.
The next day, I arrived at the top floor of Ward Group.
I pushed open the CEO office door.
The rich scent of cedar cologne filled the room—Rhett's signature fragrance.
The office had been completely renovated.
Father's classic antique furniture and valuable oil paintings were all gone.
In their place was a cold, minimalist scheme of black, white, and gray.
Some workers were hauling away trash bins.
On the garbage truck, I saw a familiar picture frame.
A family photo of the three of us.
I rushed over and picked up the frame from the broken glass, cutting my fingertips.
"What are you doing here?"
Rhett emerged carrying a coffee cup.
"This is my father's office!"
Rhett sipped his coffee. "To be precise, this is the Ward Group CEO's office. And I am the current CEO."
He pointed at the pile of discarded items.
"Inefficient nostalgia is a major taboo in corporate management."
He approached, snatched the photograph from my hands, tore it in half, and threw it back on the garbage pile.
"These are all non-performing assets that need to be divested promptly."
My heart was squeezed painfully.
Rhett didn't just want money—he wanted to erase every trace of my father's existence.
"Rhett, you ungrateful bastard! If it weren't for my father..."
"Shut up!"
Rhett said sharply, a flash of disdain in his eyes.
"I used my expertise to grow the Ward family assets tenfold. What I'm taking is just the performance fees I deserve."
"Estate Tax Optimization Plan—sign it."
I opened it to find that Rhett wanted to transfer all of Ward Group's core equity to his offshore shell companies.
"I won't sign."
Rhett didn't get angry. He pulled out an ultrasound image from his pocket.
Looking at that blurry image, the corner of his mouth actually curved into a smile.
"It's a boy—Nina's second child."
Rhett looked up at me, his eyes ice-cold.
"Idiot, do you know how much tax this plan can save? Nine figures!"
"My sons deserve the best future!"
Rhett beautified embezzlement as professionalism.
He defined my resistance as incompetence.
"Rhett, you disgust me."
"Disgust?"
Rhett laughed.
"Capital markets only look at results." He moved closer to me. "Sign it."
I grabbed the documents and slammed them into his face.
"Get out!"
Papers scattered across the floor.
Rhett straightened his tie.
"You'll regret this, Lydia. Emotional decisions require paying the most expensive costs."
He turned and pressed the intercom.
"Security, please escort Lydia out. Also, cancel her access card."