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?”

as he sat on the plush couch inside Sofia’s office. He eyed the large painting in front of the couch and smiled. “I am glad that you still like this

was a painting that Lawrence personally made for Sofia, a gift during

quite liked it…” 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.

“You know me too

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

well. Everything has been prepared. However… I

her stepfather’s face. Lawrence Miles wasn’t exceptionally good-looking, but there was a simple charm in his light gray eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always calm and soft. Now, a

here to encourage me to marry someone…” Sofia chortled

and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time that you give us

If anything, she should be the one getting

at least find someone

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 her sick mother. However, after that conversation with Alexander, she wondered if it was because she

response,

expression. Her mother, Eunice Lockhart, had been

it would not take Daniel too long to propose. When the time comes… you should accept it. Settle down and give

to react. In the past, she would have comforted him immediately, telling him that he was only in his fifties, young and able. However, after everything,

can simply wait for my next birthday. Once I have the voting rights and the right to work in the main office, I will

in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia could recognize what it was. Seeing

Her stepfather got up. She immediately

said, his tone solemn. “The doctors said there have been some improvements

that two months ago…” Sofia answered before letting out a sigh. “I will visit Mom today.”

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

thought it would be quite useful and it seems that he

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

conversation with Mr. Oh as the two descended