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?”

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

made for Sofia, a

them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten

said. “You

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

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

his light gray eyes. Overall, his features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always calm and soft. Now, a part of her wonder if there is any truth about

are not here to encourage me to

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

than me. If anything, she

at least find someone but…” he sighed. “All of it ended up with us

marry for the sake of her sick mother. However, after that conversation with Alexander, she wondered if it was because she was about to

in response,

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

When the time

have comforted him immediately, telling him that he was only in his fifties, young and able. However, after everything, she couldn’t seem

this is 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 and the right to

an unknown emotion flashed in Lawrence’s eyes. It vanished before Sofia

his business.” Her

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

sigh. “I will visit Mom today.” Seeing

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 she found rather abominable yet

it would be quite useful and it seems that he was

the capability to charge itself. Apparently, Beaumont Empire was working on creating a

Lawrence’s conversation with Mr. Oh