His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 68

Clive pulled his gaze away from the table and looked at Whitley. "From now on, you can bring her along to these events."

Whitley instantly understood what he was actually saying.

He wasn't telling her to help Yelena socialize; he was telling her to train her own replacement. He wanted her to slowly hand over her position, making sure Yelena was perfectly integrated so she wouldn't face any backlash when she officially joined the Sherwood family.

Whitley crossed her legs, her tone utterly detached. "Mr. Sherwood is so used to being the boss. It's one thing to micromanage your subordinates, but now you're trying to orchestrate my marriage, too?"

"If you want to give me orders, you're going to have to pay me for it."

Just as she finished speaking, the game at the table paused.

Vivienne tallied up the chips, looked up at Clive, and said bluntly, "The game's over. Time to settle up. The total is three hundred and thirty thousand."

All eyes turned to Clive, but he didn't even reach for his phone to transfer the money. Instead, he slowly turned his head, his gaze landing squarely on Whitley.

Whitley: "?"

What was he looking at her for?

Did she look like she had that kind of cash?

She was completely broke.

Clive met her gaze, his voice perfectly modulated so everyone in the room could hear. "My wife handles the finances. Honey, you make the transfer."

Whitley: ?

He knew she didn't have a dime. He knew he had cut off all her financial access. Yet, here he was, demanding she produce three hundred and thirty thousand in front of all these elite women.

Bringing Yelena here to flaunt her in front of Whitley's face and integrate her into his circle was one thing. But holding her over the fire, making her look entirely incompetent and broke in front of everyone?

That was pure, intentional humiliation.

What good did embarrassing his own wife do for him?

Whitley went rigid. Suddenly, it clicked. That night, he had handed her a box, telling her to keep it so she wouldn't have to beg anyone for help.

She had tossed it into the passenger seat without a second thought. Who would have guessed it was a black card?

He had canceled her secondary card and given her the primary one instead? With the state of their relationship, why on earth would he do something so bizarre?

Clive watched her face, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Don't tell me you threw it away, or didn't even bother to open it."

He didn't look angry.

But his presence was inherently intimidating.

If this had been the past, she would have felt instantly guilty for tossing his gift.

"I don't know." Since she was about to divorce him anyway, Whitley felt absolutely justified. Meeting his eyes, she spoke evenly. "Why did you put it in a box? How was I supposed to know if it was just some junk no one else wanted? I'm not a recycling bin, I don't have to accept everything you hand me."