The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 150

[They all want to formally meet you.]

Claire's lips curved into a sharp, terrifyingly beautiful smile. She locked her screen, raising her eyes to meet Sienna's vicious glare.

"I'll go get a number."

Her voice was quiet, but it commanded absolute silence across the entire room.

"But I have one condition."

Sienna scoffed. "A condition?"

Claire spoke with lethal calm. "If I get a number from one of those VIPs next door, you will apologize to Cynthia."

"If you want to flaunt your wealth, be my guest. But stepping on someone else's neck to do it makes you trash."

Cynthia's eyes welled with tears. For years, her husband had endured endless humiliation working under Sienna's husband.

She tugged frantically at Claire's sleeve, shaking her head. "Claire, don't. Those men next door... we can't afford to offend them. I'm fine, really..."

Claire patted her hand, her voice a soothing murmur. "It's okay. After tonight, I'll help you both find better jobs."

Sienna's face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Fine! If you actually get a number, I'll apologize on the spot. But if you fail—"

Her expression was purely demonic. "You're going to stand right here, in front of everyone, and admit you slept your way to that bottle of wine! You're going to admit you're nothing but a gold-digging tramp who uses men to survive!"

"Claire, don't do it!" Cynthia cried out in sheer panic. "Those men will destroy us."

"Deal," Claire snapped back, brutally absolute.

Under the mocking, pitying gazes of her former classmates, Claire walked out of the room and pushed open the heavy oak doors next door. Whispers instantly erupted behind her back.

"I literally saw the CEO of Eastern Power & Grid walk in there earlier. That room is entirely out of our league."

"Claire is insane. Does she really think a pretty face is going to work on billionaires? Men like that have seen every trick in the book."

Sienna crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with toxic triumph.

"Oh, don't be so harsh, guys! Who knows, maybe Claire really does have a special set of skills!"

The room next door was a completely different universe.

The air was thick with the scent of premium, aged tea. The titans of industry sat around a sprawling table, with Miles reigning effortlessly at the absolute center.

The titans exchanged another round of silent, terrified glances.

When they were ordering earlier, Empire City's notoriously ruthless 'Cold King' had exclusively selected dishes favored by women. He was spoiling her absolutely rotten.

Claire took a small bite, her eyes lighting up beautifully. "It really is amazing."

"Eat as much as you want. When we leave, I'll get the executive chef's contact info for you."

As he spoke, Miles casually rolled up his tailored cuff, giving his wrist a slow, deliberate shake.

The dark wooden beads of the Rosary slipped out from under the fabric, glowing with a soft, unassuming polish.

The material and craftsmanship were devastatingly ordinary. It was a cheap trinket that had no business being anywhere near a man of Miles's unfathomable wealth.

Mr. Whittaker, the sharp-eyed CEO sitting across from them, immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him.

"Mr. Zimmerman, what an extraordinary bracelet! The patina, the craftsmanship... it suits you perfectly."

"Does it?" Miles let out a rare, devastatingly genuine laugh. He gently rubbed his thumb over the beads, his dark eyes locking onto Claire.

"She climbed all the way to Blue Ridge Monastery just to get it for me."