Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

The Nail in the Coffin

Sofia sank into her personally customized white ornate chair, her attention fixed on the wisps of steam dancing above the coffee resting on the table before her.

Despite her role as the creative director of a fashion company, Sofia’s office radiated simplicity that bordered on plainness. The color scheme was stark—black and white, meticulously organized to maintain a sense of order. It was intentional, reflecting her desire for clarity and focus in her workspace.

However, she was far from her usually focused self at the moment. Her brows furrowed as she pondered the proposition from Mr. Beaumont. It had been two days since she saw him— two days since she saw the betrayal.

She closed her eyes, exhaustion was gnawing on her soul. In the past two days, she had mostly spent her time crying and being miserable. When is the pain going to ease?

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She lifted her gaze and met her secretary, Miss Amores, with a smiling face. “Is there something?” Sofia asked.

“Mr. Lawrence Lockhart is here with the COO Mr. Oh.”

The mention of her stepfather’s name made her gaze tremble. She was quickly reminded of what Alexander told her. For a moment, she wondered what she would do when she saw Lawrence again. “Let them in,” she cleared her throat.

This would be the first time she would see her stepfather since that conversation with Alexander. She got up, forcing a smile on her face. She cannot falter now.

“Sofia,” a middle-aged man greeted her the moment he walked in. This man was none other than the man whom Sofia had been calling father. Lawrence Miles— Lockhart.

“Father,” Sofia greeted back. “I thought you were with Mr. Oh?”

“He is currently in Mrs. Phelps’s office.”

Sofia’s eyebrow lifted. Mrs. Phelps was their Production manager. “I hope there is no problem?” Sofia asked while helping the man out of his coat.

“Of course not… Mr. Oh is currently checking all the production in our subsidiaries for the annual meeting. I apologize for not telling you in advance.”

“No problem,” Sofia said, though she suspected this was intentional, especially after her conversation with Alexander.

“Coffee?”

gave a warm smile as he sat on the plush couch inside Sofia’s office. He eyed the large

painting that Lawrence personally made for Sofia, a gift during

quite liked it…” Sofia said after asking her secretary to make some coffee for them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten

said. “You know me too

the one-seater by the side of the large couch. “How was the

been prepared. However… I am not here

simple charm in his light gray eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always calm and soft. Now, a part of her wonder if there is any

me you are not here to encourage me to marry

mother and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time

older than me. If anything, she should be the one getting married

at least find someone but…” he sighed. “All of it ended up with

her to marry for the sake of her sick mother. However,

response, using the

her expression. Her mother, Eunice Lockhart, had been in

that it would not take Daniel too long to propose. When the time comes… you should accept it. Settle down and give us grandchildren. In this way, I

would have comforted him immediately, telling him that he was only in his fifties, young and able. However, after everything, she couldn’t seem to come up with a way to deal with

I told you not to overwork yourself,” Sofia said. “Let the others do their work or you can simply wait for my next birthday.

of an unknown emotion flashed in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia could recognize what it was. Seeing this, she lowered her head, her

just finished with his business.” Her stepfather got

should visit your mother in the hospital,” Lawrence said, his tone solemn. “The doctors

“I will visit Mom today.” Seeing her

voice recorder on the lapel of Lawrence’s coat. It was something that Alexander

useful and it seems that

capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire was working on

listening to Lawrence’s conversation with Mr. Oh as the two