**Marriage Without Temperature by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 5**
I reclined in my chair, allowing my hand to rest casually on the armrest, my fingers lightly tracing the grain of the polished wood.
My gaze swept over the assembly before me, each face a study of anxiety, defiance, or outright hostility.
“Let me ask you all a question,” I began, my voice steady and unwavering. “How many of you here have accepted money from the Montgomerys? Do you genuinely believe you can bring me down?”
The project director, a man known for his unyielding resolve, was the first to break the silence.
“Ms. Sterling, let’s be clear—today’s theatrics are nothing more than a setup! If anyone dares to push you out, the entire project department will walk out in solidarity.”
His voice was as solid as steel, cutting through the tension like a knife. He held the gaze of the opposition with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.
His declaration rippled through the room, shattering the oppressive silence like a stone tossed into a still pond.
“R&D stands firmly behind Ms. Sterling!”
“Finance backs Ms. Sterling wholeheartedly!”
“Administration only takes orders from Ms. Sterling!”
One by one, more departments rallied to our side, their voices rising in unison.
The long conference table became a battleground, a stark divide forming between the two factions.
The three individuals seated across from us appeared increasingly uneasy, their confidence waning with every passing moment.
It was at that critical juncture that Alexander made his entrance.
He strode in with an air of arrogance, flanked by a cadre of men dressed in tailored suits that screamed affluence and power.
Clearly, they were here to assist him in his brazen attempt to seize control of Sterling Corporation.
“Eleanor, why create such a ruckus?” he began, his tone dripping with condescension. “Just sign the papers, and we can all save face. It’s in everyone’s best interest, especially the company’s.”
As he spoke, Chloe, ever the dutiful assistant, stepped forward, sliding a document across the table toward me with a sense of urgency.
I glanced down, my brows furrowing.
“In such a hurry? You think anyone can just steer this ship without consequence?”
The smirk that had adorned Alexander’s face vanished, replaced by a cold, steely glare.
“Eleanor Sterling, don’t be ungrateful! Given the circumstances, do you really have any choice? Sign it—it’s for your own good and the good of the company!”
“For my own good?”
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, as if he had just told me the most absurd joke one could imagine.
“Are you finished with your little games, Mr. Montgomery? Because now, it’s my turn to play.”
Evelyn, my ever-reliable ally, projected the meticulously prepared materials onto the screen, the bright images illuminating the dim room.
09:37
**Gold Digger vs. Gold Saver: My Man’s Double Life**
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Chapter 5
Displayed was a detailed screenshot of a bank transfer.
Two million dollars had been wired from a private account, landing squarely in Alexander’s overseas account.
Next came a series of WeChat chat screenshots that painted a damning picture.
**Sender:** Alexander Montgomery. **Receiver:** Chloe Laurent.
[Money received? Did you arrange for the reporters? Make it look convincing, it has to seem real.]



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