He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 03

He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 03

Mrs. Vance squinted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The three Anson Boulevard properties—purchased five years ago for thirty-six million, sold for eighty-four million.”

I flipped a page.

“The two Grandview penthouses—registered in my name before marriage. All sale proceeds are legally accounted for.”

“Mrs. Vance, if you don’t understand, I can have my lawyer explain it.”

She was speechless.

Ruby said softly, “Scarlett, Mrs. Vance is just worried.”

I turned to her. “Worried enough to try stealing someone else’s money?”

Ruby bit her lip.

I continued, “You’re Mrs. Vance now. Act like it. Stop dragging a baby around crying for twenty-four million dollars you can’t produce.”

Mrs. Vance slammed the table. “Scarlett, just wait. I’ll make sure everyone knows what kind of person you are.”

I pressed the intercom. “Summer, see them out.”

Mrs. Vance opened her mouth for another round.

I said, “Keep going, and I’ll play Garrett a recording of everything you just said.”

Ruby went pale. She knew—Garrett could not afford another scandal right now.

She grabbed Mrs. Vance’s arm. “Let’s go.”

Mrs. Vance shook her off. “You’re useless too!”

Ruby stood there, humiliation written across her face.

I watched them leave one after the other.

Summer whispered, “Ms. Stirling, is the Vance family imploding?”

I closed the file. “Not yet.”

That night, I met Miles Montgomery.

He walked in with two aides, settled into his chair, and smiled. “Ms. Stirling, I didn’t realize you knew anything about equity.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Miles leaned back. “My five percent isn’t a drop in the bucket. Garrett’s already made me a very generous offer.”

“Does he have the cash?”

His smile disappeared.

I pushed a purchase agreement across the table. “Sign tonight, and I’ll give you ten percent above market.”

He didn’t take it. “Ms. Stirling, what makes you think you belong at Garrison Group?”

“Because I already hold sixty-two percent.”

Miles’s teacup wobbled. Tea splashed onto his sleeve.

“Say that again.”

“You heard me.”

His aides leaned in, whispering.

He stared at me. “Who’s backing you?”

“Are you signing or not?”

His face hardened. “Does Garrett know?”

“He will soon.”

Miles picked up the document, then set it back down. “I’ll sign. But I want a board seat.”

“Granted.”

“I keep my VP title.”

“Performance-based.”

He frowned. “Ms. Stirling, don’t forget—without us old shareholders, Garrison Group wouldn’t exist.”

“Without capital, it won’t survive next week.”

I held his gaze. “The wind’s shifted, Miles. You can either stay on the ship or sink with it. Your call.”

Ten minutes later, he signed.

My phone buzzed.

Garrett.

I answered.

His first words: “You touched Garrison Group shares?”

I watched Miles put his signature on the page. “Fast news, Garrett.”

“Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?”

“Collecting what’s owed.”

“Garrison Group is mine!”

“It was.”

He exploded. “Don’t fool yourself. The corporate charter doesn’t work like some penny stock you can just buy up.”

I said, “Then let’s discuss it at tomorrow’s shareholder meeting.”

He stopped. “You’d actually show up?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re a jewelry designer. What do you know about running a conglomerate?”

I said, “I don’t need to know everything. I just need to know who to replace.”

Silence.

Miles handed the signed agreement back, noticeably more polite than before.

“Ms. Stirling, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I stood.

He suddenly asked, “What’s your relationship with Crestview Ventures?”

I didn’t look back.

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”