Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

“Zoya, could it be that because Mr. Mayer divorced you and fell in love with Jasmine, you hold a grudge and are deliberately trying to sabotage him?” Daphne said sharply, “I never thought you’d be such a petty person who can’t separate personal feelings from business.”

“Exactly, Zoya. Whatever bad blood you have with Mr. Mayer, it’s your own drama. Right now, we’re here to talk real Lucero Group business, not watch you throw a fit,” Shaun snapped.

“Oh, so agreeing to partner with Mayer Technology means you’re being professional, but opposing it means you can’t separate personal feelings from business?” Zoya challenged. “If that’s your definition of ‘professionalism, it’s a little too simple. At this rate, people might assume Nicolas is secretly giving you all something on the side.”

The faces of Shaun and his daughter instantly darkened.

“Zoya, stop slandering us!” Daphne shouted nervously.

“Why so anxious?” Zoya sneered. “Did I hit a nerve?”

A flicker of guilt flashed across Daphne’s eyes. Jasmine had indeed promised her a cut of the profits if she could help Mayer Technology secure the partnership. That was why she had been pushing so hard for it.

Nicolas frowned and said unhappily, “Zoya, no matter how unpleasant our marriage ended, you can target me if you wish, but Mayer Technology employs many people besides me. You shouldn’t drag the entire company down just because of your grudge. If your former colleagues at the company heard this, how do you think they’d feel?”

“How would they feel? Probably that their boss is incompetent enough to drive a good company straight into the ground.” Wren’s cold voice came out of nowhere.

Nicolas blanched. “Mr. Richmond, sure you’re the head of the Richmond family, but that doesn’t give you the right to insult

me!”

“Insult?” Wren gave a short laugh. “I’m just stating facts. Where’s the insult?”

“Mayer Technology managed to go public in three years. I don’t think I’m lacking in ability!” Nicolas snapped.

“Is that really your ability?” Wren asked with a faint, mocking smile.

Nicolas was momentarily at a loss for words.

Zoya stood

up and said, “Mayer Technology currently has no certainty of completing the anti-interference system upgrade. They’re requesting that Lucero Group inject capital first so they can finish it.”

She added, “But if they fail to deliver, have you considered the risk Lucero Group would be taking? Not only would it fail to save manpower and improve efficiency, but it could also delay the project. Moreover…”

She paused, then continued firmly, “I’ve heard Mayer Technology is facing a cash flow crisis. I think Lucero Group should

take that into serious consideration.”

The Lucero Group executives looked at her in shock. Laurence’s gaze was grave as he asked, “Zoya, is this true?”

Zoya said evenly, “You can find out for yourself. Check their accounts, and you’ll see whether I’m lying.”

“Zoya, on what basis are you claiming Mayer Technology has a cash flow crisis?” Nicolas fired back, his voice tight with anger. “No matter what, you can’t just smear the company like that!”

“If you really have money, then explain this. Why, during the divorce, did you only return my parents’ death compensation that you used to start your company? You didn’t give me a cent more, did you?” Zoya retorted.

At the time of their divorce, she knew that Nicolas’s properties and funds were all mortgaged to the bank. He had no liquid assets, and his shares couldn’t be sold. Mayer Technology, in her eyes, was nothing but a financial black hole.

Nicolas’s face flushed crimson. The other members of the Lucero family looked shocked.

All they’d known was that Zoya and Nicolas had divorced. None of them realized that all Nicolas ever “paid back” was 500 thousand dollars, and that was only Zoya’s parents’ death compensation!

Those Lucero family members who’d always looked up to Abbott now showed obvious disapproval toward Nicolas.

Laurence said gravely, “Mr. Mayer, I think we’ll need to reconsider whether or not to cooperate with Mayer Technology.”

That sentence was essentially a rejection. Nicolas’s expression turned ashen.

Outside the conference room, Jasmine was waiting anxiously. When the door finally opened and Daphne stepped out, she immediately complained, “If it weren’t for Zoya meddling, the elders wouldn’t have refused the deal.”

“What?” Jasmine froze.

She had spent so much effort on this opportunity, and it was ruined by Zoya again.

Just then, Jasmine caught sight of Zoya walking out of the conference room and charged straight over. “Zoya, just because Nicolas divorced you, you want to destroy him? How despicable can you be? How could your parents have birthed someone like you?”

Zoya’s face turned ice cold. Without a second thought, she raised her hand and landed a stinging slap right across Jasmine’s cheek.

“You!” Jasmine stared at her in disbelief. She hadn’t expected Zoya to actually hit her.

Jasmine, keep my parents’ names out of your mouth. If you insist on talking trash, don’t blame me for getting rough,” Zoya said, her voice chilly.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see how tough you really are! I’m not done talking about your parents…” Jasmine taunted.

Before she could finish, Zoya lifted her leg and kicked her hard. Jasmine was sent flying, crashing into the wall. Her phone fell out of her pocket and landed on the floor.

Jasmine, are you hoping I’ll crack your ribs here like I did at the airport?” Zoya’s voice was icy as she stalked closer, every step dripping with menace.

A chill raced down Jasmine’s spine. The memory of being pinned to the ground at the airport, her ribs nearly crushed, haunted her like a nightmare.

Just then, Nicolas burst out of the conference room and rushed over. “Zoya, what are you doing to Jasmine?”

“What am I doing?” Zoya’s voice was ice-cold and threatening. “If Jasmine dares to say another word about my parents, next time I’ll break her bones myself!”

Nicolas froze, shaken by the deadly aura Zoya was radiating.

Suddenly, Jasmine’s phone, which had fallen to the floor, flashed with an incoming text.

The phone was nearest to Jasmine, and as she glanced at the message preview, her face drained of color. Panic surged

through her, and she snatched up the phone with trembling hands.

“Nicolas… let’s just go home,” she said in a trembling voice.

Nicolas pressed his lips together, helped her up, and led her away.

Inside the elevator, he asked, “You look pale. Zoya went too far. How could she hit you like that just because you mentioned her parents? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Jasmine stayed silent. She clutched her phone tightly, her mind replaying the message she’d just seen. All that filled her mind was the text that said: [Murderer!]

Meanwhile, Wren gently took Zoya’s hand, the one that had slapped Jasmine. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

Everyone around was speechless. Shouldn’t the one in pain be Jasmine?-

Daphne watched, gritting her teeth in annoyance.

That evening, Wren was working in his study. Zoya sat on the sofa nearby, on a voice call with Eowyn.

“Sweetheart, I’m begging you. Please log in to the game and help me tonight! I can’t finish this quest without you!” Eowyn said anxiously.

“But I’m still on assignment guarding Wren,” Zoya replied.

“What’s wrong?” Wren asked, walking over quietly.

“Eowyn wants me to jump into the game and help her out, but it’s not really convenient for me right now,” Zoya said.

Wren said calmly, “It’s fine. Even though I prefer you guarding me all the time, there are other bodyguards in the villa. While you’re online, someone else can take over. But can you take one more person with you into the game?”

“What do you mean?” Zoya paused, momentarily stunned.

Ten minutes later, in the game’s interface, Eowyn stared at the virtual character standing beside Zoya.

The newcomer’s avatar was wearing basic gear, obviously a freshly created account.

“Who’s that?” Eowyn asked curiously.

“Wren,” Zoya answered.