The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 302

Miles kept his eyes on the road, his tone perfectly neutral. "Transferring all assets? That won't happen overnight."

"How do you know?"

"I..." Miles paused briefly. "These internet rumors are rarely accurate."

Claire let out a heavy sigh. "I don't care about his other ventures, but I heard this Z.J. guy heavily invested in the fashion industry abroad and built an absolute empire. If he brings that to Empire City, he's going to eat into our market share."

"That bastard. Wasn't he doing perfectly fine overseas? Why does he have to come back now!"

The corner of Miles's mouth twitched. His voice dropped to a low hum. "What if he doesn't touch your market share? Maybe he'll even partner with you."

"Ha, why would I need him? There are no good guys in the business world," Claire muttered under her breath, frowning. "Why is it so damn hard to build a nest egg for my husband?"

Miles turned to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips, and intentionally asked again, "What did you say?"

Suddenly, a video call popped up on the car's display screen, breaking the slightly charged atmosphere.

"Nothing, nothing. You have a call, I'll answer it for you."

Claire reached out and accepted the call.

The screen lit up to reveal a luxurious, minimalist corner office at a top-tier Wall Street investment bank. A dozen foreign investors, all dressed in bespoke Louis Vuitton, sat in a row. Their expressions were grave and respectful as they stared at the large screen, awaiting their orders.

On the other end of the call, they were greeted by the beautiful face of a Chinese woman.

She was chewing on a tiny cake spoon, leaning in to inspect the screen with curiosity before quickly darting out of frame.

"Miles, are you in a meeting?"

The man glanced down, his eyes softening instantly. "Yes, just a minor catch-up. Get some sleep, I'll wake you when we're home."

At a red light, Miles pulled a blanket from the back and draped it over Claire.

On the other end of the line, the men watched the exchange in stunned silence. They clearly understood the Chinese he had just spoken.

A minor catch-up?

Was that what they were?

Every single person in that room was worth tens of millions.

The investors on the screen had all switched to Italian, voicing their frantic protests.

"Z.J.? The fashion sector is a highly profitable division for us! I know it's not tech, but why would we suddenly axe it?"

"Bringing the light industry sector back wouldn't interfere with anything!"

Miles lowered his gaze. "The fashion division was a personal investment. I will bear the brunt of the losses. You will all be compensated for your lost dividends."

"But why??" They were completely baffled.

"No explanations. Just do it."

Miles reached over and disconnected the call.

He glanced sideways at Claire, who was already sound asleep.

Why?

Because he wasn't about to let anything interfere with his wife supporting him, of course.