Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Mrs. Zara Zephyr

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Chapter 146

~Jenna’s POV~

The sleek black sedan pulled up outside the company, and I stepped out, adjusting the hem of my dress. My driver handed me my bag, and I smiled graciously before striding into the building.

Today marked the beginning of my plan. Snow might have been distant, but I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Inside the office, I headed straight for Taylor. "Morning," I said brightly. "Is Snow available?"

Taylor raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my enthusiasm. "He’s in a meeting. You’ll have to wait."

I nodded, suppressing my annoyance. "Of course. I’ll wait in his office."

"I am sorry, but the CEO does not like anyone breaching his privacy. You cannot wait for him in his office." _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Taylor’s refusal to let me into Snow’s office sparked a surge of irritation. Who did she think she was to stand in my way?

"I don’t think you understand," I said, my voice dripping with faux politeness. "I have important matters to discuss with Snow. Matters that directly affect Jay Enterprises. Do you really want to explain to him why you wasted my time?"

Taylor, to her credit, didn’t so much as blink. "I understand perfectly, Miss Stark. And what I also understand is that Mr. Zephyr values his privacy. No one is allowed into his office without prior approval. You’re no exception."

I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into the strap of my bag. "I’ll have your job for this," I hissed, stepping closer.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "You’re welcome to try. But let me warn you—Snow doesn’t take kindly to threats against his employees. And I doubt he’ll be pleased to know you’ve been throwing your weight around unnecessarily."

Her calm defiance only fueled my anger. "We’ll see about that," I snapped.

Taylor’s hand hovered over her desk phone, her expression cold and professional. "Shall I call security to escort you out, or would you prefer me to escalate this to Mrs. Zara Zephyr?"

I froze at the mention of her name. "Zara?" I repeated, my tone dripping with disdain. And to think this bitch intentionally called out her new surname as to what? Annoy me or show that I am not Snow’s wife?

Tsk.

"Yes," Taylor said, her voice cool. "She’s the CEO’s personal assistant and has the authority to handle disruptions like yours. Shall I call her?"

Before I could respond, the door to Snow’s office opened, and Zara stepped out, a stack of files in her hands. She paused, her gaze flickering between me and Taylor.

"Is everything alright here?" she asked calmly.

I felt my temper flare at the sight of her—poised, composed, and irritatingly in control. What was she even doing here?

"Oh, perfect," I said, sarcasm lacing my words as I turned toward her. "If you’re allowed in his office, then so am I. Don’t you think, Taylor?"

The words hit harder than I wanted to admit, and for a moment, I faltered. But my pride wouldn’t let me back down.

"This marriage of convenience won’t last," I sneered. "You’re just a placeholder until someone better comes along—someone who actually fits his world."

Zara’s smile faded, replaced by a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. She took a small step forward, her gaze locking onto mine.

"Is that really what you believe?" she asked softly, her tone laced with pity. "If that’s the case, then you clearly don’t understand Snow at all. If you did, you’d recognize that he values loyalty and integrity above everything else—qualities you seem to completely lack. And let’s not forget a touch of sexiness, which is definitely missing with that vulgar attitude of yours."

Her words cut deeper than I cared to admit, and for a moment, I couldn’t find a retort.

"Miss Stark," Taylor’s voice broke through the tension, sharp and commanding. "That’s enough."

I turned to see her standing nearby, her arms crossed and her expression firm. "If you don’t return to the lobby, I will have security escort you out. And trust me, Snow will hear about this."

Humiliated but unwilling to admit defeat, I lifted my chin and turned on my heel. "This isn’t over," I muttered, striding away.

As I left, I heard Taylor sigh, her voice low but audible. "Unbelievable."

I fumed silently, my heels clicking against the floor. Zara might have won this round, but I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

With this trip, I shall assert my presence in Snow’s life and ruin her.