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?”

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

made for Sofia,

them. Sofia’s earlier coffee had gotten cold, so

“You

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

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

features looked calming and trustworthy. His voice was always

you are not here to encourage me to

enough. Don’t you think

even older than me. If anything,

She had high ambitions in Hollywood. I have encouraged her to at least find someone but…”

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

smiled in response, using the disguise

expression. Her mother, Eunice Lockhart, had been in a medical facility

long to propose. When the time comes… you should accept it. Settle down and give

immediately, telling him that he was only in his

Sofia said. “Let the others do their work or you can simply wait for my next birthday. Once

vanished before Sofia could

it seems that Mr. Oh just finished with his business.” Her

said, his tone solemn. “The

“I will visit Mom today.” Seeing her mood turn sour, Lawrence

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 she found rather abominable yet quite

be quite useful

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

conversation with Mr.