The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330-2

Mikhail is a man of few words, and his patience for drama is notoriously thin. Having experienced the stark, disciplined environment of the army, he must find Vicky’s shrill theatrics profoundly grating.

Stop yelling, he commands, his voice cutting through her noise like a whip. “What do you mean, I expel you for her? You’re uncommitted to your work and deliberately ostracize your colleagues. How have I wronged you?” He takes a step closer, his gaze intimidating. “Vicky, you’d best reassess your position.”

The warning is clear: do not abuse the relationship between our families to act like a petty tyrant.

Tears well up in Vicky’s eyes, sparkling with humiliation and rage. She has never been publicly rebuked like this, stripped of all her social armor. “Mikhail, I hate you!”

She shrieks, the words a childish, final surrender. With that, she turns and flees down the corridor as swiftly as the wind.

Mikhail makes no move to pursue her. Instead, he watches her

go

and breathes a quiet, unmistakable sigh of relief.

He then turns to address the frozen employees, his voice returning to its usual, authoritative calm. “This is Gemma Marino. I haven’t formally introduced her to you before.” His gaze sweeps over the room. “From today on, she will be the head of the Security Department. You will all report to her.”

There’s a collective, sharp intake of breath, but no one looks

surprised. The company’s system had been infected with a devastating virus not long ago, and every person in this room had collaborated with me, watching as I deconstructed and rebuilt the digital defenses.

They know my capabilities. This promotion, however sudden, feels earned, not bestowed.

The company will host a dinner party tonight, Mikhail continues, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips. “It’s a celebration for Gemma and a company gathering. It’s at 7 p.m. at Azurland Restaurant. All who are free should attend.”

Azurland. The name alone makes eyes widen. It’s a top–tier restaurant, a place known for its impossible–to–get reservations and exquisitely prepared seafood. For most people here, it’s a place they’d hesitate to even stand outside of.

Thank you, Mr. Voloshin! the chorus is immediate, beaming with genuine joy and anticipation

Only I regard Mikhail with a complex, searching expression. He had been deliberating in his office for so long, and this was his grand plan? A company–wide dinner?

My mind, already attuned to his strategic way of thinking, quickly pieces it together. The only way for me to interact naturally with colleagues from the Planning Department, specifically, the traitor, without raising suspicion is in a relaxed, social setting.

Since we are from different departments, a company–wide anther is the perfect, impersonal cover. Of course,

Lucky Draw

As the workday finally draws to a close, I stand, feeling my backside sore from sitting for so long. I have a new, profound appreciation for my previously flexible work schedule. The rigid nine–to–five grind is a special kind of torture.

Gemma, let’s go together!

It’s April, the young woman from earlier, slinging her bag over her shoulder and offering me a friendly, slightly awestruck smile.

You’re amazing, she gushes as we head out. “You resolved that crisis in just a few moves. Unlike me, I’m still an intern and uncertain if I’ll even secure a permanent position here.”

On the way to Azurland, April chatters brightly, filling the space with her nervous energy. I mostly listen quietly, offering a faint smile and speaking only occasionally. My mind is elsewhere, tracing the contours of Mikhail’s plan.

Dream International has a massive staff, and Mikhail has reserved the entire private dining wing of Azurland. A large, opulent room is specifically arranged for the employees of the Security and Planning departments to sit together… a deliberate mixing of the tribes.

As we all file in, there’s a ripple of surprise. Mikhail is already there, leaning against the bar with a glass of whiskey.

Mr. Voloshin, someone stammers, “will you be joining us?”

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