After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 139

As soon as the police left, the buzzing atmosphere gradually died down, replaced by the quiet sound of girls crying.

Some girls leaned onto their friends‘ shoulders, crying quietly, trying their best not to break down,

Yolanda’s heart wasn’t made of stone. She could feel her emotions stirring, but she knew there was still a lot she had to face.

This was just the beginning. After all, there were still five male executives at Starlight, and none of them were the type to be underestimated.

Leon Cole thought Yolanda was just bluffing—at least until Jason Maine walked in and began listing, one by one, every last thing Leon had embezzled over the years.

Turns out, Leon had over fifty properties in his name, but selling them all wouldn’t even begin to cover his crushing debt.

Jason adjusted his glasses, all business–like, the very image of the hotshot lawyer he’d been for years—not just because of his age, but because of that striking face.

“Ms. Grant says you don’t have to worry about the leftover debt. Those fifty–some properties will be going up for auction in the next month. When you get out, Mr. Cole, you’ll have to start from zero like everyone else. Oh, and here—your wife’s divorce agreement. She’s finally fed up after all these years and is flying out this afternoon. So when it’s over, Mr. Cole, you’ll be on your own,” Jason said.

And down Leon went again, out cold.

Word about Leon’s properties being auctioned off spread like wildfire among the other executives.

They quickly started digging into the details. Right now, the five men were split into two small groups.

With Leon out of the picture, one of those groups was down to just two people–brothers, actually. The younger one was Ken Ford, and the older one was Wayne Ford.

Ken wasted no time pulling Wayne into a meeting, his eyes filled with worry.

“Bro, what do you think we should do about all this?” Ken asked.

Wayne had a pile of files laid out in front of him. He’d just called all around Sinclair Group, but nobody knew anything about Yolanda’s background. He even flashed her photo to a few contacts, but came up empty–no one recognized her.

Now, he was starting to suspect that Yolanda was probably some executive’s secret mistress at Sinclair.

Wayne sneered, his voice full of disdain. “What’s the hurry? Let’s hold our ground and let the others make the first move. Once I dig up who this piece of work is sleeping with, I’ll send the whole mess straight to the wife. Let’s see how she likes getting dragged out into the street for a beatdown.”

Ken breathed a little easier and took a gulp of water. “Lcon went down way too quick. Makes me nervous. But

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let’s let those guys stick their necks

Yolanda called in a

commanding attention as she flipped

were supposed to outline the status of each manager’s respective projects, but anyone with a clue could see they were vague as

Mary was capable, but seeing this concise, straight–to–the–core report still took

and been snatched up by any company out there. But she’d stuck

Mary stick around. Truth was, if Mary hadn’t been here, those male execs would’ve run wild

control.

sure she’d been quietly looking

took a steadying breath and slammed the rest of the

one day. If your reports are still this sloppy, don’t bother coming back,” she

execs were totally thrown–first going pale, then red with rage, completely unused to being put in

tomorrow morning. If they’re still this slapdash, you ought to be embarrassed to keep your seats. If you don’t want them, plenty of others

up and left, not sparing them another

as the door shut behind her, Tony Sutton slammed his hand down

She really thinks she’s the CEO now? Just some sugar baby playing boss. What’s

eyes. They knew someone was

Mary a vicious glare, snatching up the report. “Mary, you don’t seriously think that woman’s gonna last here, do you? Just wait and see. She’ll be gone before she even sees it coming–I’ll

workwear, expression cool. “Then show us. Just

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on

did you just say?” Tony

at that moment, the office door was pushed open, and Yolanda walked back

her randomly chosen assistant, who was still standing off to the side. thick glasses on, looking

froze mid–step, fist still raised, when he saw Yolanda

laugh, waving the

bloodshot, his teeth clenched

her, pride

be their punching bag–how’d she suddenly get

positioning herself right

little smirk. “What now, planning to take a

teeth so hard he could’ve cracked them. ‘These