My Ex Is My Boss and He Wants Me Back Chapter 20

My Ex Is My Boss and He Wants Me Back Chapter 20

“H… Hartwell Group?” Brian was stunned.

His legs gave out and he collapsed into the chair.

“That’s impossible… that’s impossible…” He kept muttering to himself.

“You were just a broke office clerk. How could you be an heiress? You’re lying. This is all a setup. You’re all

acting to trick me.”

I walked up to the bars and looked down at him.

“Brian, I gave you chances. For three years, all I wanted was an ordinary life. You’re the one who destroyed it.

You called me dirty. You accused me of stealing that one hundred bucks.”

“Let me tell you something,” I said calmly, looking directly at him. “That house you’re so proud of isn’t even

worth one of our bathrooms.”

“And that one hundred bucks? It wouldn’t even cover one meal for our dog.”

With every word, the color drained from Brian’s face.

That pathetic little pride of his was ground into dust.

Thud!

He suddenly dropped to his knees.

“I was wrong! Sweetheart, I was wrong! I was blind! I’m trash! Please, for the sake of our marriage, spare me!

I don’t want to go to jail!”

Margaret looked stunned, too. Seeing her son kneeling, she immediately started wailing as well.

“Mr. Hart, it was all a misunderstanding. We didn’t know Elowen was from such a noble family! If we’d

known, I would’ve treated her like royalty.”

I watched their shameless reversal and said only two words, “Too late.”

My father stood and smoothed his cuffs.

“Our lawyer, Mr. Jonathan Miller, is on his way.”

“Destruction of property. Defamation. And the psychological abuse you’ve put my daughter through these

past years. We’ll count every single one.”

He reached the door and paused.

“Oh, and one more thing. I hear you care a lot about your jobs.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to rest soon.”

We walked out without looking back.

Behind us, Brian’s desperate screaming and Margaret’s sobbing filled the room.

But this was only the beginning.

They were going to lose everything and spend the rest of their lives regretting it.

Outside the station, Jonathan was already waiting.

“Mr. Hart. Miss Hart.” He handed over a file. “With the evidence we have, if we press charges, three years is

the floor. We’ve also applied for asset preservation on the compensation.”

I nodded and flipped through the documents.

“What about Ashley?”

“We issued a formal demand letter. Her preschool director called earlier. For serious ethical violations and

spreading false claims online, she was fired.”

“And Brian’s company also ended his employment for reputational damage.”

I closed the file and shook my head. “That’s not enough.”

I looked at Jonathan. “The house. Whose name is it under right now?”

“Still under Brian Cole. It’s premarital property,” Jonathan said, adjusting his glasses.

“However, based on your transfer records, you can recover the portion of the mortgage paid during the marriage, plus renovation costs. Combined with the damages in this case, they’ll have to sell the house to

cover it.”

“Then let them sell it.” I let out a cold laugh. “And I’m taking it back as a creditor.”

It was my effort that turned it into a home-even if I’d never live there again, I would pull that thorn out of

Brian’s heart and drive it back in, twice as deep.

Three days later, Brian and Margaret were released on bail.

The moment they got home, they found the locks had been changed.

A crew of movers was throwing their furniture out, piece by piece.

“What are you doing? This is my house! That’s my TV! My couch!” Margaret charged forward to start

screaming, but several large men blocked her.

I sat in the car with the window lowered, watching.

Brian saw me. His eyes were poisonous, but his body was shaking. “Elowen! You went too far! This is my

house!”

I opened the door and stepped out.

Jonathan and several court officers followed behind me.

“Brian. It looks like you still don’t understand the situation.”

Jonathan pulled out a stack of documents.

“The court has already seized this property to cover the five-million-dollar loss to Ms. Hart’s company, as

well as Ms. Hart’s personal damages, outstanding loans, and related costs, totaling six point eight million.”

“After assessment, this house is worth only two million. The remaining four point eight million will become

your debt.”

“So,” he said, voice even. “This house isn’t yours anymore.”