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?”

plush couch inside Sofia’s office. He eyed the large painting in front of the couch and smiled. “I am glad that

painting that Lawrence personally made for Sofia, a gift during

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

said. “You know me

the side of the large

has been prepared. However… I am not here to talk about such

Overall, his features looked calming and

you are not here to encourage me to marry someone…” Sofia chortled while dramatically rolling her

of twenty-six? Your mother and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time

is even older than me. If anything, she should be the

find someone but…”

chuckled. Did she truly know Charlotte at all? 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

response, using the disguise

coffee to hide her expression. Her mother, Eunice Lockhart, had been in a medical facility for

long to propose. When the time

telling him that he was only in his fifties, young and

“Let the others do their work or you can simply wait for my next birthday. Once I have the voting rights and the right to work

Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia could recognize what it was. Seeing this, she lowered her head,

finished with his business.” Her stepfather got

Lawrence said, his tone

two months ago…” Sofia answered before letting out a sigh. “I will visit Mom today.” Seeing her mood turn

her expression changed when Lawrence left. She 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 that

be quite useful and it

have the capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire

Lawrence’s conversation with Mr. Oh as