His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 74

He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms. His posture was straight, exuding his usual air of noble elegance.

But Whitley's gaze unintentionally caught something on the shoulder of his shirt.

There, glaringly obvious, was a bright red lipstick mark.

Vivid, harsh, and looking like a blatant mockery.

Whitley scoffed inwardly.

It was a deliberate territorial claim.

A mark Yelena had left on him—brazen and entirely unapologetic.

But Whitley genuinely didn't care anymore.

Without saying a word or giving him a second glance, she slowly closed her laptop, stood up, and made her way toward the bedroom.

From start to finish, Clive didn't look at her either. His movements—changing his shoes, taking off his jacket, walking inside—were entirely fluid and casual.

He treated Whitley as if she were completely invisible.

After all, when there were no family members around to perform for, they simply had nothing to say to each other.

They were strangers sharing a roof.

Whitley walked into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her.

The next morning, Whitley didn't wait around to go to the hospital with Clive.

There was no way she was going to the doctor with him.

Leaving no message behind, she drove straight to PurePath Biologics bright and early.

Today was incredibly important to her.

The core medication that PurePath Biologics had spent three grueling years developing was finally being submitted to the Drug Regulatory Agency for approval.

This was the culmination of all the energy and money she had poured into her work since returning from studying abroad. It was the absolute foundation of PurePath Biologics and her only weapon against the fate she'd been handed.

Parking in front of the DRA building, Whitley took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

But before she even reached the entrance to pull out her documents, an anxious figure practically sprinted toward her.

It was Chisholm Vance.

Whitley closed her eyes.

She didn't even need to think about it. She knew Yelena was behind this.

Ever since Yelena returned to the Nash family, she had never failed to take whatever she wanted.

Whitley's clothes, her toys, her academic achievements, and eventually, her entire life—Yelena had stolen it all.

The spot to study abroad had originally been Whitley's. But Yelena had thrown a tantrum, and their parents had forced Whitley to step aside and hand it over.

The research results and the papers published during that time abroad were largely built on Whitley's blood, sweat, and tears, yet they were all published under Yelena's name.

Yelena had even orchestrated the setup that forced Whitley into marrying Clive, trapping her in a gilded cage.

And now, Yelena was trying to destroy the only thing Whitley had left: her life's work at PurePath Biologics.

Yet, her adoptive family had always believed Whitley was obligated to yield to Yelena.

Their twisted logic was that because Whitley had lived a comfortable life in Yelena's place for nearly two decades, it was her duty to sacrifice herself, step back, and give everything to Yelena.

It was a sickening, laughable justification.