His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 154

Leroy's face instantly scrunched up in a furious pout. "I literally told her exactly what I wanted for breakfast! She didn't make it on purpose! She is the worst!"

Clive looked down at him, his eyes turning ice-cold, his voice radiating absolute authority. "Who taught you to act like such a spoiled brat?"

Leroy flinched at the harshness. He bit his lip, his small hands balling into fists as his eyes welled up with tears.

His brother had always spoiled him rotten. He gave him whatever he wanted. Now, he was being yelled at?

Leroy immediately assumed Whitley had badmouthed him to Clive. The hatred and resentment he felt toward her grew even more toxic.

By the time Whitley arrived at the office, she had half an hour before the work day officially started.

She carefully placed her grandfather's vase in the storage cabinet of her office, finally letting out a breath of relief.

The project was entering its most critical phase. Winning the government contract wasn't just about having cutting-edge technology; they needed a bulletproof supply chain and heavy-hitting financial backing.

At 9:00 AM, PurePath Biologics held an executive briefing to narrow down their manufacturing partners.

They debated the pros and cons of several companies, but by the end of the meeting, the final list was still up in the air.

As the room cleared, Lucas Janson walked over to Whitley's desk. "The Montgomery Group is hosting a product launch for their new specialized compounds this afternoon. The whole industry will be watching. We should probably make an appearance."

Whitley paused. "Montgomery Group... Reid Montgomery's company?"

Reid Montgomery and Clive Sherwood had grown up in the same elite circles. They were close friends.

If she went, bumping into Clive was practically guaranteed.

"Yes," Chisholm Vance chimed in, a protective edge in his voice. "If you're uncomfortable, we can skip it."

"I have no reason to be uncomfortable," Whitley said, her eyes crystal clear. "You don't win contracts by hiding. Personal drama has no place in business."

As far as she was concerned, reclaiming her career and climbing back to the top of the industry was infinitely more important than trading petty insults with Clive and Yelena.

That afternoon, Whitley and Chisholm pulled up to the Montgomery Group headquarters.

She was wearing a bracelet made of raw, mismatched gemstones.

The stones were highly valuable, but the cuts were jagged and unrefined, carrying the clumsy, endearing touch of a child's handiwork.

Whitley's pupils shrank. It felt like an invisible hand had just crushed her windpipe.

She recognized it instantly.

She was the one who had held the tools. She was the one who had spent hours late at night, painstakingly helping Leroy polish and shape every single one of those stones.

All those late nights, all that care, all the love she had poured into what she thought was a bonding moment with her family—it had all been handed over to the other woman.

She had literally handcrafted a gift for the woman destroying her marriage.

It was sick. It was utterly humiliating.

Nearby, an industry socialite noticed the jewelry and smiled. "That bracelet is so unique, Ms. Nash. The stones are incredible."