Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 52: It’s Done

By the time they got to the office that morning, the tension from Friday which they had left behind in the office had enveloped them once more as Stefan began thinking of ways to wrap up things with Ashford and Richard before Ashford visits to ask for his answer.

Ruby stood near Stefan’s desk, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes still fixed on the door. The tension hadn’t lifted—not even a little. If anything, the files Ashford dropped which Ruby had brought out on Stefan’s request had thickened the air in the office.

"I don’t like him and all this," Ruby said finally.

"Ashford? I don’t either," Stefan replied, his voice low, but steady. "But I like what he brought."

His fingers brushed the surface of the folder in front of him—a folder filled with damning truths. He didn’t need to see it to know the weight it carried. He could feel it in his bones.

"Call Naomi. I want Naomi to verify every document in that folder," he said after a long pause. "Cross-reference it with our financial reports and employee benefit ledgers. If it checks out, we strike."

"You want to involve her now?" she asked and he nodded.

"I’ve thought about it. She’s really trust worthy and I want to get this over with. I’ve thought about it all through the weekend."

Ruby nodded, but her concern lingered in the lines of her face. "So, are you still thinking of working with Ashford?"

Stefan tilted his head, his dark glasses catching the faint glint of sunlight from the windows. "Not exactly. I’ll use him like I said. But I won’t give him anything he can turn into leverage."

There was something ruthless in the way he said it, the kind of calm that came from knowing exactly what you were about to do—and doing it anyway.

He picked up his phone and pressed a familiar number.

"Get Oliver in here," he said. "Now."

Twenty Minutes Later

Oliver entered after a small knock, seeing Ruby, he quickly composed himself not want to be the object of scream or displeasure to anyone.

a quiet Monday," he managed to say. "What’s

and she slid it toward Oliver who began flipping through

knitting. "These are offshore accounts. Dummy corporations. Benefit

years of

go public with this, Richard’s reputation won’t survive. But the fallout will hit the

A new structure. I take the lead as CEO. Ashford lends his name to stabilize our international relations.

what’s to stop Ashford from pulling

than Ashford in the

quiet for a beat, then grinned.

meeting with the board members," he said and Oliver

their assigned seats, murmuring among themselves. At the first chair on the right side of the table sat Richard Winters, polished,

head of the table. His white cane tapped once against the polished floor

fashionably late. His steps echoed with purpose as he

gaze followed him, frown deepening. "Ashford,

an entrance," Ashford said smoothly. "You’ll

calm,

the highest level," he said. "Over the past decade, Richard Winters has been embezzling funds from employee benefit accounts, funneling them into offshore holdings through dummy

moment Stefan said that. Richard’s heart skipped a beat as

attempt at

Stefan replied. "Only

to Naomi, who distributed copies of the

precise. "The documents have been verified by my own team.

sharpened. "You verified this? You were supposed to back me,

at him. "I never

flipped through the pages, eyes widening. Murmurs rose like waves across the room. Several paled. Others glared at Richard with

withdrawals?" one member asked. "That’s pension

name of