He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 08

He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 08

Ruby bit her lip.

Garrett asked, “What account books?”

I pulled out my phone and showed a screenshot of a transaction log.

“One month before the baby was born, two hundred eighty thousand dollars was transferred from Garrison Group’s entertainment account to a postpartum care center.”

Garrett frowned. “I approved that.”

“The same day, that center transferred one hundred twenty thousand to Ruby’s cousin.”

Ruby shot back, “I didn’t know!”

I asked, “How does your cousin keep making money so easily?”

Mrs. Vance turned to look at Ruby too.

Ruby’s composure cracked. “Scarlett, why do you always have to dig into me?”

“Because you keep blocking my way.”

Garrett grabbed the phone. “Where did you get this?”

“The finance system.”

“You have access to all that now?”

I said, “I’m Garrison Group’s largest shareholder.”

That landed. None of the Vance relatives dared question my authority again.

The reception broke up early.

As I left, Garrett chased me outside.

“Scarlett, I’ll look into that account.”

“For my sake or yours?”

He didn’t answer.

I said, “Garrett, don’t let me find out you’re still covering for her.”

He gave a bitter smile. “You still care about me?”

“I care about Garrison Group’s money.”

Garrison Group’s emergency press conference was set for Friday.

Garrett’s old partners suddenly backed out en masse.

The PR manager was frantic. “Chairwoman Stirling, three channel partners are pulling out.”

“Who told you?”

“Their assistants.”

“Have their principals call me directly.”

The manager hesitated. “Chairwoman, they’re probably doing this out of loyalty to Mr. Vance.”

I said, “Then let’s see how much that loyalty is actually worth.”

On the day of the conference, Garrett showed up.

He stood backstage. “You can still cancel.”

I asked, “Are you here to warn me, or to watch me fail?”

“I don’t want you dragging the company through more chaos.”

“Then leave.”

He said, “Those three channels won’t come.”

“How do you know?”

He didn’t answer.

It clicked.

“You told them not to come?”

Garrett didn’t deny it. “I just asked them to be cautious. You have no experience. Garrison Group isn’t something you can play games with.”

I looked at him. “You still think this is a game?”

The host came in. “Chairwoman Stirling, it’s time.”

I walked on stage.

Employees, media, shareholders, and a few industry faces filled the room.

Garrett stood by the side door, waiting for me to fall flat.

I began, “Today, Garrison Group announces a restructuring of our channel partnerships.”

Footsteps echoed from the entrance.

Three new channel representatives walked in together.

One of them stood up immediately. “Chairwoman Stirling, we’ve already signed. The first batch of orders takes effect today.”

Murmurs rippled through the audience.

Garrett’s expression finally cracked.

I continued, “The defaulting partners will be handled according to contract. The total value of our new partnership orders is one point seven times the original plan.”

Someone in the employee section started clapping. The applause spread quickly.

Even Miles Montgomery stood and applauded.

After the conference, Garrett cornered the new channel lead. “Mr. Taylor, you told me you needed more time to consider.”

Mr. Taylor glanced at him. “Mr. Vance, I was considering Garrison Group—not you.”

Garrett’s face cycled through shades of white and red.

I walked over. “Garrett, reputation doesn’t sign contracts.”

Mr. Taylor added, “Besides, Chairwoman Stirling has Crestview Ventures behind her. Mr. Arthur Stirling personally reached out. We had no reason to refuse.”

Garrett whipped his head toward me. “Your father made a personal call?”

I said, “He just confirmed I’m not joking around.”

That one sentence crushed whatever pride Garrett had left.

People whispered: “Arthur Stirling’s daughter.”

“Now it makes sense.”

Ruby stood in a corner, her face blank.

I knew—she was about to change tactics.

After the press conference, Garrett came to my office.

He didn’t sit. “Scarlett, let’s talk about Ruby.”

I flipped through papers. “Go ahead.”

“She wasn’t always like this. She’s just scared.”

“Scared enough to funnel company money to her relatives?”

He choked.

I looked up. “What did you find?”

He slid a file across. “Her cousin did take the money. But Ruby says she didn’t know.”

“You believe her?”

Garrett said nothing.

I said, “You don’t believe her, but you’re too afraid not to.”

He sat down, exhausted. “We have a child together.”

I reminded him, “A child doesn’t pay her debts.”

He looked at me. “Scarlett, if you’d been willing to have a child back then, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up here.”

I put my pen down. “Garrett, there it is.”

He realized what he’d said. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Yes, you did.”

I stood. “You dress up betrayal as regret and shamelessness as necessity. You really are something.”

He panicked. “I just thought we might still have a chance.”

“We don’t.”

Those two words drained whatever fight was left in him.