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?”

inside Sofia’s office. He eyed the large painting in front of the couch and smiled. “I am glad that you

personally made for Sofia, a gift during her

them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten cold, so she asked for a new one. “Still two

said. “You

the large couch. “How was

prepared. However… I

Lawrence Miles wasn’t exceptionally good-looking, but there was a simple charm in his light gray eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always calm and

are not here to encourage me to marry someone…” Sofia chortled

and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time that you give us some grandchildren?” he asked. This was a conversation they’d had

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

encouraged her to at least find someone but…” he sighed. “All of

at all? She’d heard this conversation repeatedly in recent months. On the surface, it sounded like he was encouraging her to marry for the sake of her sick mother. However, after that conversation with Alexander, she wondered if it was because she was about

response, using

been in a medical facility for

too long to propose. When the time comes… you should accept it. Settle down and give us grandchildren. In this way, I could leave this world in

in his fifties, young and able. However, after everything, she couldn’t seem to come up with

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

in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia could recognize what it was. Seeing this, she lowered her

seems that Mr. Oh just finished with his business.” Her stepfather got up. She immediately got up and

hospital,” Lawrence said, his tone solemn. “The doctors said there have been

a sigh. “I will visit Mom today.” Seeing her mood turn sour, Lawrence smiled then

immediately, her expression changed when Lawrence left. She immediately ran towards her laptop and turned it on. Earlier, she managed to slip a small voice recorder on the lapel of Lawrence’s coat. It was

quite useful and it seems that he was

would not last that long. It was small and did not have the capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire was working on

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