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?”

father gave a warm smile as he sat on the plush couch inside Sofia’s office. He eyed the large painting in front of the couch and smiled.

painting that Lawrence personally made for

to make some coffee for them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten cold, so she asked for a new one. “Still two sugar and no

Lawrence said. “You

the side of the large couch.

is going well. Everything has been prepared. However… I am not here to

eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always calm and soft. Now, a part of her

me to marry someone…” Sofia chortled while dramatically

are old enough. Don’t you think it

anything, she

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

to marry for the sake of her sick mother. However, after that conversation

only smiled in response, using the

been in a medical

too long to propose. When the time

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

can simply wait for my next birthday. Once I have

expected, a glimmer of an unknown emotion flashed in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia could recognize what

at that, it seems that Mr. Oh just finished with his business.” Her stepfather got up. She immediately got up and once

should visit your mother in the hospital,” Lawrence said, his tone solemn. “The doctors said

a sigh. “I will visit Mom today.” Seeing

her laptop and turned it on. Earlier, she managed to slip a small voice recorder on the lapel of

it would be quite useful and it seems that

that long. It was small and did not have the capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire was working on creating a better version of this

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