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From Betrayed Wife to Heartless CEO Novel Chapter 7

Royal Blood in Exile by Mark Twain 7

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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I heard news that Owen was scrambling frantically over company issues. After thinking it over, I went to the study to find Dad. But he seemed to know what I was going to say and handed me a document directly.

Seeing the contents inside, I froze in place, somewhat stunned. This was Owen’s company’s financial statement, but it was different from what I’d seen before.

“The company’s been in trouble for a while now, but to attract investors, he created two sets of books. The external accounts are fake. Only this one is real.

“There’s already a funding gap of nearly 300 million. Even if I drop the lawsuit now, he’ll have a hard time surviving,” Dad said calmly.

I flipped through page after page, my heart growing colder with each one. I didn’t say anything more and quietly left the study.

Probably worried I was taking this too hard, Dad brought Mom and me to a welcome banquet for one of his friends that evening to help me relax. I didn’t expect to run into Owen and Lila there.

The banquet hadn’t started yet. Mom was chatting with friends in the lounge, so Dad and I went to the main hall first. We were discussing my new company when I spotted the two of them finishing drinks with someone.

Lila was wearing the custom dress Owen had made for her. When she saw me, she deliberately adjusted Owen’s collar.

“Charlotte, fancy seeing you here. What a surprise.” She spoke first.

Owen also looked in my direction. He was about to say something, but for some reason, his expression instantly darkened.

I was used to it by now. Over the years, his moods had been unpredictable, especially after getting together with Lila. He’d even given me the cold shoulder more frequently

But I didn’t want Dad to have to deal with his attitude too. I tugged at Dad’s arm, turning to leave.

Lila quickly stepped forward, blocking our path. “Why are you running? After working together for so many years, shouldn’t we at least chat when we run into each other?

“The guests at this banquet are all wealthy and well-connected. You probably don’t even have a job now, right? How did you even get in here?

“Did this man bring you in?”

As she spoke, Lila glanced at Dad with an insinuating look.

She was about to say something else when Owen stepped forward with a cold laugh. “Charlotte, you really aren’t picky. Did you dump me for this old man?”

I frowned, realizing he’d misunderstood. I couldn’t help but snap back angrily, “Owen, watch your mouth. This is

I was about to tell him this was my father when Owen interrupted me. “I don’t care who he is! Probably just some old guy with money!

“Charlotte, don’t think the company can’t function without you. The company’s running perfectly fine now. I came here today to meet with Mr. Jared Lloyd. He’s already greed to have serious discussions with us.

“When our partnership goes through, do you know what the company will become?”

As if imagining his future success, Owen looked at me with smug satisfaction. He was eager to see me, embarrassed and begging him. But he didn’t know that Jare Lloyd was my father.

I had taken my mother’s last name, and since I kept a low profile, few people knew my real identity. I was about to say something when Dad lightly tugged my arm.

I fell silent. Dad probably already figured out who Owen was by now. His current behavior was completely different from how I’d described him to my parents before left home.

I felt somewhat embarrassed for a moment. But Dad didn’t say anything. He stepped forward, his lips curving slightly upward, his manner as warm as always.

“Young man, let me give you some advice. Think carefully before you speak.

“Careless words can do lasting damage, especially to those you care about. If you do something you regret later, it’ll be too late.”

At this, Owen let out a cold laugh. He suddenly grabbed a glass of red wine from a nearby table and threw it directly at Dad’s face.

“You’re just a homewrecker. Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me?”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Without hesitation, I slapped Owen across the face.

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