My Husband’s “Work Wife” Is Just a SISTER? Let Me Teach Her How Family Trees Work novel Chapter 7

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Marco had recently been competing for a vice president role, and Jolene had figured out

exactly his ambitions early on.

She had cried to him more than once, saying she wanted a full-time offer so she could stay in a core department and help take work off his plate. She had even hinted that she

knew people at a rival company and could help him get intel on the bid.

I knew Marco’s ambition too well. He had clawed his way up all these years, and the

things he valued most were status and face.

Jolene’s worshipful flattery, plus her promises to help his career, hit every weak spot he

had.

A man well into his thirties, and he was still naive enough to think it was real affection. He walked straight into her soft little trap and crossed lines he never should have

touched.

By the time the hotel bed photos spread through the email chain, he had not realized

how serious this was yet.

That explosive email spread like a virus. It did not just blow up inside the company. Industry forums and social media were flooded with Marco and Jolene’s gossips.

He panicked and tried to get the PR team to suppress it, only to find out that all the people he used to call “bro” were suddenly avoiding him. No one wanted to touch a

scandal this filthy.

He thought, at worst, it was a family scandal. Maybe a demotion, maybe a pay cut, and then he could wait for things to blow over and crawl back.

What he did not know was that I had a second move ready. I had compiled the evidence collected by the alliance girls into a full dossier.

Jolene had repeatedly used excuses like needing reference material for her internship report and wanting to help ease his stress over the bid to coax project documents out of

him.

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At first, Marco had kept his guard up and only gave her public data.

But Jolene kept patting her chest and promising she would help monitor the

competitor’s movements.

Bit by bit, he dropped his guard completely. First he disclosed the unpublished bidding

budget range. Later, he even sent her an abbreviated technical proposal containing key parameters, supposedly so she could “help him check for loopholes.”

Every chat log and file transfer record had been captured and saved.

One of the members in our alliance, Phoebe Dawson, was the marketing director at

Marco’s company’s biggest competitor.

Marco had previously stolen one of her projects through shady tactics, and she’d had it

out for him ever since.

And Kiley, our seasoned legal shark, specialized in trade secret and commercial leak cases. She worked overnight sorting through the evidence.

In the end, she confirmed it clearly. The budget range and technical parameters Marco disclosed were core company trade secrets. What he had done constituted a leak.

Phoebe’s company was also part of the same bidding project, and Marco’s leak had directly damaged their interests too.

So I barely had to say a word. Phoebe and Kiley took the lead, coordinated with several

law firms, and drafted a signed formal complaint.

The next morning, it was submitted directly to Marco’s company compliance

department and the local economic crimes investigators.

The complaint included a complete evidentiary chain, detailed and airtight.

This was no longer just a question of bad conduct. This was commercial crime.

Marco was still in his office, losing his mind over the PR mess, when legal and internal investigators pushed open his door.

“Marco Aldrich, regarding your suspected disclosure of company trade secrets, we need

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your full cooperation with this investigation.

All the color drained from his face in an instant. My phone started buzzing nonstop, call after call, message after message.

[Lola, what the hell are you trying to do?! Are you trying to destroy me?]

[We’re family, do you really have to be this ruthless?]

[I was wrong, I really was wrong. Please withdraw the complaint, okay? Let’s talk!]

I looked at the messages flashing across my screen, expressionless, and switched my phone to silent.

Destroy him?

No. I had only pushed him and his sweet little sister” toward the abyss they had chosen

for themselves.

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