They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 07

They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 07

I returned to the Quinn corporate headquarters once more.

There was a brand-new face sitting at the front desk.

This time, absolutely no one dared to step in my way, and I walked straight up to the executive suite completely unhindered.

The moment I sat down in the CEO’s office, Chloe walked in carrying a tray with two cups of tea.

Her face completely fell the second she saw me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Your boss literally begged me to come,” I replied smoothly.

I took a slow sip of the tea and set it down.

“Weak flavor, and it’s already lukewarm. Clearly, your mind is on other things.”

“You-”

Before Chloe could explode, Preston stepped forward and cut her off.

“Chloe, wait outside. I have urgent business to discuss with my wife.”

Chloe threw a venomous glare in my direction before reluctantly storming out of the room.

The second the door clicked shut, Preston’s composed facade shattered completely.

“Sienna, why did the Riley Group just terminate their contract with us?”

I tilted my head slightly.

“Because they found a partner actually worth working with.”

“The Sterling family’s production capacity, market influence, and sheer efficiency leave your

company in the dust.”

“We offered them a significantly higher profit margin. Anyone with a brain would make the same

choice.”

Preston’s breathing turned ragged.

“But the Riley Group promised our family exclusive rights to their technology in this market!”

I gave a slow nod. “Exactly. Why else do you think out of all the eligible bachelors in high society, I

chose someone as thoroughly average as you are?”

Preston looked as if his entire world had just collapsed.

“You married me just to use me?”

I looked at him up and down, genuinely baffled by his shock.

“Obviously. Did you honestly think I fell för your personality?”

“Arranged marriages are built entirely on mutual benefit.”

“Weren’t you doing the exact same thing?”

“Aside from the massive prestige of aligning with the Sterling name, you saw me as a quiet, submissive target whose entire family fortune you could eventually swallow whole. Don’t tell me

that thought never crossed your mind.”

Preston choked on his words, completely exposed.

Refusing to waste any more time, I pulled a fresh copy of the divorce agreement from my bag.

“Sign it now, and I’ll let you exit with a shred of dignity.”

Preston’s eyes flashed with desperate defiance. “The Riley Group only came to this country because of my family. Aren’t you terrified they’ll cut you off the second we divorce?”

I cast a pitying look in his direction.

“That is entirely none of your concern. Just sign the paper.”

He was incredibly naive.

The Riley Group was a global powerhouse, dominating the cutting-edge AI sector.

With the market booming, they had no intention of letting their potential profits go to waste by

relying on an incompetent local firm.

Preston’s grandfather had saved the life of Riley’s old chairman years ago.

That stroke of pure luck had elevated the Quinn Group from a startup to the fringes of high society

in record time.

But luck couldn’t make up for a lack of competence.

The Riley executives had been deeply dissatisfied with their returns for years, keeping quiet only

out of respect for the old chairman.

The moment the Sterling family approached them, they jumped at the chance.

Our marriage had simply provided a convenient public narrative for the transition.

Relying on external favors was always a gamble; true leverage only came from absolute strength.

Preston had never learned that lesson, and I had absolutely no intention of teaching him.