Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Chapter 136 Labor Induced Early

Claire’s POV

Claire is an absolute mastermind! She swore she’d help me get payback against that old bastard, and she’s delivering beyond my wildest expectations.

Ever since that humiliating day when the old don discovered my little "creative accounting" with the family’s legitimate dairy operation and had me thrown out like garbage, I’ve been burning for revenge. I don’t feel one ounce of guilt about skimming those funds - the Sullivan family was rolling in money from their underground operations, and I deserved better compensation than what that cheap old crime boss was paying his front business employees. Besides, I wasn’t working alone - Claire was helping herself to her share too. Unfortunately, after he kicked me to the curb, he stationed his heir apparent there to oversee everything, completely destroying our sweet arrangement. Before that disaster, his son mostly stayed at the family compound handling enforcement work and rarely showed his face at the legitimate businesses.

Claire didn’t waste a single moment after I got the boot. She immediately set her predatory sights on Nathaniel, the old don’s precious heir. While he was undeniably handsome in that dangerous mobster way, Claire’s real interest was his position - being the sole heir to a powerful crime family made him the ultimate prize. She started her seduction campaign the moment Nathaniel began personally managing the dairy operation, but he showed absolutely zero interest in her advances. Undeterred, our devious Claire began sending anonymous letters to Nathaniel’s wife, planting seeds about supposed affairs and other women. Her strategy was to create enough marital friction that she could slide in as his comforting shoulder to lean on.

The beautiful irony! Nathaniel was practically a choir boy who never so much as looked sideways at other women, yet his paranoid wife bought every single fabricated story and they had a nuclear meltdown of a fight. She even packed up and moved out of their fortified family residence!

Claire, brilliant as ever, pounced on this golden opportunity and made another aggressive play for Nathaniel. This time her sweet manipulation worked and they had their little fling, but eventually he came to his senses and ended it, claiming he was still madly in love with his wife. Claire was absolutely livid with rage. Soon after, Nathaniel managed to reconcile with his suspicious wife, discovered she was expecting their second child, and was over the moon about expanding the family dynasty - their first kid was already several years old, a spoiled little monster that made my skin crawl.

Through some truly impressive scheming and information gathering, Claire learned that Nathaniel needed domestic help at the family compound and somehow maneuvered me into getting the housekeeping position. I’m still not entirely sure how she convinced him to hire me, but here I am, embedded deep in enemy territory. I absolutely loathe being reduced to a servant - his wife is completely insufferable, constantly hovering over my every move and barking orders like I’m some common street trash. But I remind myself every single day that I’m not here to scrub floors and clean toilets; I’m here to execute the perfect revenge.

According to Claire’s intelligence network, this pregnant woman is the old don’s absolute weakness - he completely worships his daughter-in-law, especially now that she’s carrying what might be his precious granddaughter. He’s constantly fussing over her wellbeing and treating her like spun glass.

I was genuinely concerned the old crime boss would recognize me from my dairy operation days, but Claire had developed a brilliant disguise strategy. I dyed my hair a completely different color and changed the style dramatically, adding these hideous bangs that constantly hang in my eyes but effectively obscure my facial features. I purchased oversized non-prescription glasses and even got a subtle dental prosthetic to alter my smile. The transformation is so thorough that the old don hasn’t shown even a flicker of recognition, though whenever he visits the compound, I keep my head down and try to make myself invisible.

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