They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 10

They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 10

Fueled by the endless online speculation, the day of the product launch finally arrived.

The venue was packed to absolute capacity, and the official live stream quickly surpassed a million

concurrent viewers.

Every major media outlet had dispatched journalists, eager to capitalize on the massive corporate

drama.

I took the microphone and smoothly executed our product presentation, completely ignoring the

elephant in the room for the first half of the event.

The journalists in the front row were practically vibrating with impatience, but they had no choice

but to wait.

The moment the floor opened for the Q&A segment, a reporter immediately jumped at the chance.

“Ms. Sterling, how do you respond to the widespread allegations that you corporate-spied your ex-husband’s family to build this technology?”

I offered a calm, effortless smile.

“Corporate partnerships are built on free-market choice. There is no such thing as ‘stealing’ a

partner.”

“As the public knows, the Riley Group is an elite global enterprise. During their seven-year stint with the Quinn Group, that company managed to capture a mere five percent of the domestic

market.”

“In contrast, within just fourteen months of partnering with the Sterling Group, we secured sixty

percent of the market while reducing operational overhead by thirty percent.”

“If you were the executives at Riley, which partner would you choose?”

The live-stream comments section immediately began to shift.

[Fair point. Riley is an independent company. I’d ditch a sinking ship for a rocket ship, too.]

[It’s not like she hacked their servers. They just offered a better deal, and the Quinns are throwing a

tantrum.]

[Sure, but dumping the guy immediately after securing the contract still looks cold. They could

have grown together.]

Another reporter immediately followed up.

“Ms. Sterling, what about the accusation from the elder Mrs. Quinn that you abandoned her son e moment the contract was finalized? Public records do confirm the divorce coincided directly with

the corporate transition.”

I cast a brief, steady look at the reporter.

“Let me clarify once more: this was a data-driven choice by the Riley Group to work with a superior enterprise.”

“As for the termination of my marriage…”

“I had every intention of keeping my private life separate from our corporate identity, but since certain individuals insist on fabricating narratives to save face, I will lay out the facts.”

“Our marriage didn’t end over a business deal. It ended due to infidelity.”

With a simple gesture, I projected a series of files onto the massive screen behind me.

The evidence included timestamped security footage from my personal residence, alongside clear

photos of Preston parading Chloe around high, society galas.

“During our marriage, the CEO of the Quinn Group openly brought his personal assistant into my home, let her use my private facilities, and even allowed her to wear my personal wardrobe.”

“He repeatedly allowed his household staff to display open disrespect toward me.”

“He even went so far as to bring this woman as his official date to major corporate functions.”

“I refuse to tolerate that behavior from a partner, so I ended the relationship.”

The raw footage and images played out clearly in front of the entire audience.

I had blurred Chloe’s face and modulated the audio out of professional courtesy, but her arrogant, demanding voice confronting me in my own home was still unmistakable.

The venue erupted into a wave of hushed whispers, and the stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap, he literally brought his side chick home! And she had the nerve to wear the wife’s

clothes? That is insane.]

[Parading her around official galas while being married to a Sterling? The guy is an absolute idiot.]

[Sienna handled this with absolute grace by just divorcing him quietly. The Quinn family has some

nerve trying to play the victim.]

[Honestly, the Quinns didn’t even know how to be successful coattail riders. They had a winning

lottery ticket with the Sterling family and threw it in the trash.]

i raised a hand, smoothly bringing the room back to order.

“Let’s steer the focus back to the purpose of today’s event. To celebrate our new product line, we will be doing a live giveaway of fifty units to our audience here and online. Thank you for your continued support of the Sterling Group.”

“We are incredibly proud of our quality control-so proud, in fact, that even the Quinn family utilizes our platforms for their public announcements.”

I zoomed in on the Quinn family’s viral smear post on the screen, highlighting the tiny digital watermark in the bottom corner of their promotional image-it was the distinct signature of the Sterling Group’s proprietary creative Al.

The room instantly dissolved into a wave of loud laughter.

[Oh my god, they used her company’s AI tool to generate the smear campaign against her! I’m dying.]

[I bet the entire statement was drafted by her AI, too. This is absolute gold.]

[Can I hire the Sterling AI to draft a lawsuit against the Sterling family? That would be the ultimate

meta move.]

The press conference turned out to be an absolute triumph. Instead of hurting our rollout, the viral drama sent our conversion metrics through the roof.

Sales for our legacy products saw a massive bump as well.

The Sterling Group had navigated the crisis flawlessly.

As for the Quinn Group, their revenue streams dried up completely, and they became the

laughingstock of the corporate world.

Their remaining partners pulled out one by one, forcing them to file for Chapter 11 bankruptcy

within months.

Preston attempted to see me at our corporate headquarters multiple times, but security turned him

away at the front desk every single time.

I never found out what happened to Chloe, nor did I care to look.

A successful executive couldn’t afford to waste time on people who no longer mattered. I had an

empire to run.