Chapter 169 The Other Woman
Josephine looked up and saw someone familiar walk by the door. She got a whiff of that person’s perfume and couldn’t help but hold her breath.
It was Sierra.
Sierra was well-known in the company. Nobody dared to stop her from entering.
She went to the president’s office and met Kiran, who directed her here-hence, her appearance.
Sierra opened the door to the board chairman’s office without a pause and waltzed in. The moment she entered, her gaze fell on Lewis, sitting behind the office desk.
“Lewis!” Sierra couldn’t decide if she was more surprised or furious to see him.
It was a pleasant surprise to her that he wasn’t kicked out of the company and was now the board chairman, but she was also furious that he lied to her. Had she faltered or not loved him as much, she would have cut all ties to him now.
Lewis looked up when he heard her. “What brought you here?”
“Didn’t you say you had resigned? Of course, I must verify that on my own! It turns out you lied to me!” Sierra pouted as she walked toward him and thrust her purse onto his desk.
No one else could have dared to speak to Lewis in such a way except for her, less so thrusting something on his desk.
She was the only exception, and her actions came naturally.
Lewis leaned back into his chair and asked monotonously, “How did I lie to you?”
“You told me you resigned!”
“I did.”
Sierra almost choked. She continued, enraged, “You also said you owe the company a few hundred billion dollars!”
“That’s true, too,”
His response cut off whatever she was about to say. He didn’t lie, after all.
He just didn’t tell her the complete story.
Sierra fumed for a while before calming down. She gently leaned on Lewis, hugged his arm,
and said, “Then why didn’t you tell me you’re now the board chairman?”
Lewis didn’t push her away. Conversely, he wrapped his arm around her waist and sald smilingly, “You didn’t ask.”
Sierra was at a loss for words for a moment. Then, she continued, “Right. So be it. Anyway, I’m glad to see you safe and sound.”
Lewis gazed at her. He said nothing and waited for her to continue.
Sierra added, “Lewis, there’s something else I have to speak to you about.”
“Go ahead.”
“You saw the news. I don’t know who let the cat out of the bag. You must figure a way to resolve it, or I’ll drown in criticism.” Sierra tilted her head upward, pursed her lips, and looked at him coquettishly.
Lewis lifted a brow. “What do you have in mind?”
Sierra giggled and said, “It’s simple. The crew will hold a press conference soon, so why don’t you come with me? You’ll only need to show your face.”
The point was to let everyone know their relationship was official, not underground or unseemly.
Besides, Lewis’ presence was sufficient to resolve the whole issue-those people would stop making wild accusations.
Why would he attend the press conference with her if they weren’t an official couple?
Sierra looked at him in anticipation, waiting for his answer.
“A press conference?”
“That’s right. Come with me, okay?”
Lewis lit a cigarette as his thoughtful gaze fell somewhere else.
He puffed on it and said amidst the wisps of smoke, “I can’t.”
Sierra’s smile froze. She frowned and asked, “Why?”
“There’s no reason. I told you not to be crafty around me. Is that all there is to your plan-for me to show my face?”
Lewis saw through her scheme. Sierra’s face changed.
He was right. Her plan looked simple enough, but the reporters would definitely question their relationship if Lewis showed up at the press conference. What would Lewis reply then?
He could either admit he was Sierra’s boyfriend or validate the rumors by denying it.
Sierra knew Lewis wouldn’t allow her to be publicly shamed, so he would respond in her favor when the reporters brought up that topic.
“Lewis, what’s wrong with telling the reporters we’re in a relationship?”
“Are we?” Lewis countered.
Sierra was dumbstruck. She was upset all of a sudden, and her eyes teared up. “Are we not? We used to be in a relationship before you dumped me and married that mute. Am I not
considered your girlfriend anymore?”
Lewis flicked the cigarette ashes off, composed as always. “When did I dump you?”
“Then why did you marry that mute? I was supposed to be your wife. Can’t you put yourself in my shoes?”
Lewis tilted his head slightly and stared directly into her eyes.
He raised his hand, grabbed hers, and said softly, “If I didn’t try to stand in your shoes, you wouldn’t be here.”
Sierra fell silent.
He was right. Besides depriving her of the marriage she desired, he had always been to her, sometimes more so than he was to Josephine.
In the end, she was discontent.
Lewis threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, stood, and said, “Go back for now. I’ll reconsider your suggestion.”
Sierra heard him, and her sorrowful expression lightened up with glee. “Really?”
Lewis lowered his gaze into hers and threw her a meaningful stare.
generous
Sierra pursed her lips; she knew when to stop making a fuss. Since he said he would reconsider it, her plan would most likely come true.
“Alright. Think about it. The press conference is taking place this weekend. You have three more days to think it through. I’m leaving now.”
Lewis hummed in acknowledgment.
Sierra leaned in and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re such a dear. I love you.”
Lewis patted her shoulder, signaling her to leave.
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