Beyond the Divorce

A Tense Confrontation

“Chlo, I honestly don’t know. M–Mr. Murphy has someone, but I don’t know who she is.” Johnson’s confidence wavered as he spoke, “M–Matthew, ho…”

“You know he has another woman, yet you claim not to know who she is? Johnson…” I trailed off.

“Chlo, I swear I don’t know. He’s never brought her around. I’ve only seen her twice from behind,” Johnson’s confession left me conflicted. Either Matthew was highly cautious, or Johnson was lying.

However, there were more pressing matters on my mind. I suppressed my frustration, lowered my intensity, and changed the subject, “I need you to do something for me.”

As expected, Johnson seemed to relax. He sighed in relief and surrendered, “Sure! Chlo, just tell me what you need. I’m all in.”

“I want the concealed financial reports and the recent list of major clients,” I said firmly.

Johnson froze at my request. He was in disbelief. “Chlo…”

“Why? Is there no such thing?” I curiously questioned.

“Chlo, there’s no such thing. I’ve shown you all the annual reports.” Johnson’s expression was bitter as he

tried to convince me, “Please, don’t put me in a tough spot. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’ve been closer to

Matthew these years, but it is all for your company’s sake. I swear I’m loyal.”

I coldly remarked, “Maybe it’s him you’re loyal to, not me.”

Johnson fell silent, and I observed him. He seemed at a loss as I moved my fingers slightly. Suddenly, a

mix of moans and profanities echoed throughout the room as I showed my phone screen to him.

Johnson was shocked when he saw the video. “Chlo, how could you?!” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Deliver what I need to my office tomorrow. I want to see fund flows, summaries, details–anything

Matthew doesn’t want me to see. Be warned, no trying to hide or deceive me with fabricated data. Also, if

Matthew even suspects anything, you’ll bear the consequences.”

I concluded my speech, then turned and left without another word.

“Chlo? Chloel” Johnson’s voice almost turned desperate.

After leaving the penthouse, I felt a weight lift from my chest for the first time in days. I called Ivanna and reminded her, “Don’t forget to look into that house’s property rights.”

“Chlo, did you think I’d forget? I’ve already started digging, but that guy’s clever. He registered it under

“Melanie?” Disdain washed over me. “It seems like his little sister has some use after all, a convenient shield for when he needs one. He’s quite cunning. I’m the outsider in his eyes.” E

“Exactly! Matthew’s nothing but a scumbag. I thought using his sister might lead us to a breakthrough, a way to unveil that schemer,” Ivanna echoed my frustration, “Are you done on your end?”

“Yes.”

“Did he confess?” Ivanna’s impatience was apparent.

“No, he claims he never met Matthew’s side piece,” I confessed with a hint of discouragement.

“That guy is too secretive. Now I’m even more curious about that vixen’s identity. I wonder if she’s an angel or a devil in disguise!” Ivan exclaimed in frustration, “Do you believe Johnson?”

I scoffed. “It doesn’t matter who that woman is now. What’s important is figuring out just how much money Matthew has. I’ve been such a fool for believing in him all these years.”

I took the elevator up after returning to the company building. When the doors opened, I saw Matthew charmingly escorting a client. It was a woman, no less.