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?”

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

Lawrence personally made for Sofia, a gift during her

Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten cold, so she asked for a new one. “Still two sugar and no cream?” she

“You know me

by the side of the large couch. “How was the

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

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

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

marrying at the age of twenty-six? Your mother and I are old enough. Don’t you think it is time that you give us some grandchildren?” he asked. This was a conversation they’d had

anything, she

an actress. She had high ambitions in Hollywood. I have encouraged her to 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

smiled in response, using

been in

Daniel too long to propose. When the time comes… you should accept it. Settle down and give us grandchildren. In

in his fifties,

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

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

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

mother in the hospital,” Lawrence said, his

today.” Seeing her mood turn sour, Lawrence smiled then he gave her

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

it would be quite useful

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

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