Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Over the next few days, I never saw Nathan again.
During project meetings, my proposals consistently undercut Pierce Holdings’ bottom line.
The department manager was surprised. “Secretary Rivers, how do you know Pierce Holdings’ pricing?”
I organized my materials calmly. “Lucky guess.”
After all these years, Nathan’s habits hadn’t changed.
I knew his pricing strategies inside and out.
After the meeting, Marcus called me into his office.
“Pierce Holdings will be competing with us for that West Side property. Are you confident we can win?”
“Yes.”
I glanced at the map markers. “The residents there caused trouble last year during relocation. Nathan’s been avoiding the hassle and hasn’t followed up. I’ll go talk to them about compensation packages this afternoon…”
Marcus looked at my face with a gentle smile.
“Nathan really was blind.”
I pressed my lips together. “Good thing you have better vision, Mr. Stone.”
On my way to the relocation office that afternoon, I got a phone call.
From the hospital.
“Is this Ms. Rivers? Mr. Nathan Pierce was in a car accident and just arrived at the hospital. You’re listed as his emergency contact.
Could you come immediately?”
My grip tightened on the phone. Looking at my scheduled appointment with the relocation officials and residents, I said firmly: “I’m sorry, he must have left the wrong number. He’s married now-his wife is Isabella Hayes. You should contact her.”
After hanging up, I continued reviewing my documents, my mind crystal clear.
Before, if Nathan had the slightest accident, I would have been beside myself with worry.
But now, even if he died right in front of me, I wouldn’t feel anything.
Nathan lay in the hospital all day without seeing me.
He’d expected that hearing about his accident would send me rushing to his bedside.
He had no idea I’d already stopped caring about him.
The hospital room door opened. Nathan quickly lay back down properly.
“Nathan, are you okay?”
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But it wasn’t me who walked in-it was Isabella.
Seeing Isabella, Nathan frowned “Why is it you?”
“The doctor called me about your accident.” Isabella approached carrying a container of soup, looking at Nathan with displeasure. You seem unhappy to see me. You weren’t waiting for Jade Rivers, were you?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just go home.”
“Nathan Pierce! Do you even know what you’re doing? I’m your wife! You don’t want to see me, don’t want to touch me-do you want
a divorce?”
At the mention of divorce, Nathan finally showed some reaction.
“If you want a divorce, I’ll agree to it.”
“What?”
Isabella hadn’t expected him to actually want to divorce her. Her face went deathly pale.
“Nathan Pierce, if you really love Jade Rivers, then why did you sleep with me? Why did you get me pregnant?”
Isabella ran out crying. The moment she left, Nathan’s new secretary rushed in.
“Mr. Pierce, about the West Side property…”
“What about it?”
“Stone Industries won the bid. They’ve already signed the contract.”
Nathan nearly lost his mind with rage: “Wasn’t someone following up on that project? We’ve been working on it for a month and didn’t close it? Stone Industries got it instead? Who handled their negotiations?”
“It was… Jade Rivers. I heard she went to the relocation office, met with the director, and talked to those difficult residents. She
secured the property.”
Nathan felt all the energy drain from his body. He collapsed back on the bed and asked in a hollow voice: “What about the East Side property? Did we win that bid?”
“No. Stone Industries outbid us by a tiny margin.”
“How tiny?”
“One hundred dollars.”
“One hundred dollars?”
Nathan suddenly started laughing, but as he laughed, his eyes turned red.
Only now was Nathan forced to admit that I was an incredibly capable woman.
Pierce Holdings couldn’t function without me. And neither could he
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