Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

The Nail in the Coffin

Sofia sank into her personally customized white ornate chair, her attention fixed on the wisps of steam dancing above the coffee resting on the table before her.

Despite her role as the creative director of a fashion company, Sofia’s office radiated simplicity that bordered on plainness. The color scheme was stark—black and white, meticulously organized to maintain a sense of order. It was intentional, reflecting her desire for clarity and focus in her workspace.

However, she was far from her usually focused self at the moment. Her brows furrowed as she pondered the proposition from Mr. Beaumont. It had been two days since she saw him— two days since she saw the betrayal.

She closed her eyes, exhaustion was gnawing on her soul. In the past two days, she had mostly spent her time crying and being miserable. When is the pain going to ease?

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She lifted her gaze and met her secretary, Miss Amores, with a smiling face. “Is there something?” Sofia asked.

“Mr. Lawrence Lockhart is here with the COO Mr. Oh.”

The mention of her stepfather’s name made her gaze tremble. She was quickly reminded of what Alexander told her. For a moment, she wondered what she would do when she saw Lawrence again. “Let them in,” she cleared her throat.

This would be the first time she would see her stepfather since that conversation with Alexander. She got up, forcing a smile on her face. She cannot falter now.

“Sofia,” a middle-aged man greeted her the moment he walked in. This man was none other than the man whom Sofia had been calling father. Lawrence Miles— Lockhart.

“Father,” Sofia greeted back. “I thought you were with Mr. Oh?”

“He is currently in Mrs. Phelps’s office.”

Sofia’s eyebrow lifted. Mrs. Phelps was their Production manager. “I hope there is no problem?” Sofia asked while helping the man out of his coat.

“Of course not… Mr. Oh is currently checking all the production in our subsidiaries for the annual meeting. I apologize for not telling you in advance.”

“No problem,” Sofia said, though she suspected this was intentional, especially after her conversation with Alexander.

“Coffee?”

large painting in front of the couch and smiled. “I am glad that

Lawrence personally made for Sofia, a gift during her

Sofia said after asking her secretary to make some coffee for them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten cold, so she asked for a new one. “Still two sugar and

said. “You know

on the one-seater by the side of the large couch. “How was the preparation for the

prepared. However… I am not here to talk about

his light gray eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always

don’t tell me you are not here to encourage me to marry

with marrying at the age of twenty-six? Your mother and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time that

than me. If anything, she should be

Hollywood. I have encouraged her to at least find someone but…” he sighed.

She’d heard this conversation repeatedly in recent months. On the surface, it sounded like he was encouraging her to marry for the sake of her

only smiled in response, using the disguise

her coffee to hide her expression. Her mother, Eunice Lockhart, had been in a medical facility for two years now. The thought

you are young and brilliant. I am certain that it would not take Daniel too long to propose. When the time comes… you

In the past, she would have comforted him immediately, telling him that he was only in his fifties, young and able. However, after everything, she couldn’t seem to come up with a way to

why I told you not to overwork yourself,” Sofia said. “Let the others do their work or you can simply wait for my next birthday. Once I have the voting rights

flashed in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia

with his business.” Her stepfather got up. She immediately got up and once again helped him with his

in the hospital,” Lawrence said, his tone solemn. “The doctors

“I will visit Mom today.” Seeing her mood turn sour, Lawrence smiled then he gave her a hug before leaving her

immediately ran towards her laptop and turned it on. Earlier, she managed to slip a small voice recorder on the lapel of Lawrence’s coat. It was something that Alexander generously provided to help her make up her mind—something

it would be quite useful and it

not have the capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire was working

she started listening to Lawrence’s conversation with Mr. Oh as the