I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Chapter 103 - 104 Terrifying Efficiency

Chapter 103: Chapter 104 Terrifying Efficiency

Two days after I was discharged, the Grangers sent out wedding invitations.

Rhys and Catherine were official.

I scrolled past the announcement without blinking, then got back to work.

Well, another kind of work.

Most of my week had been swallowed by meetings with lawyers, tangled email threads, and too many evidence lists to count.

I’d just spent the last forty-eight hours knee-deep in call logs and dusty school records, trying to build a case against Isobel Brooke.

Today’s meeting was in a café off West 18th.

Across from me sat Hannah Wu, LGH’s legal rep.

Glossy black loafers. Navy pinstripe suit, seams crisp. Lipstick the colour of dried blood. Nails short, square, painted like a healing bruise.

She turned her tablet around and tapped the screen.

‘Isobel’s been questioned,’ she said. ‘But the police don’t have enough to detain her on the charges we’re pursuing. Right now, it’s just preliminary statements. No grounds for prosecution yet. But with additional witness testimony, that could change.’

I nodded. That tracked.

‘I might have someone. Priya Sharma. Isobel broke her leg and burned her throat with boiling water. Her vocal cords never healed properly. Her family took hush money and moved away. I’ve kept in touch, sent her money now and then. I don’t know if she’ll testify, but it’s worth asking.’

Beside her, Hannah’s paralegal jotted down the name.

‘That’s exactly what we need. Send me her contact details. We’ll take it from there.’

‘Would it be better if I called her first, laid the groundwork?’

‘That would help, yes. Given the prior settlement, there’s likely a confidentiality clause in place. I’ll need to get a copy from her, then we can assess whether it’s enforceable and advise her accordingly. She may be more responsive once she understands her legal options.’

I called Priya during lunch.

She was cautious but agreed to speak with Hannah.

Then I started texting old classmates.

The more witnesses we had, the better our odds.

***

I was halfway through a cup of tea when my phone buzzed.

‘Mirabelle Vance speaking.’

‘Mrs Laurent, it’s Hannah.’

‘You’ve convinced Priya already? That’s fast work.’ I checked the time. ‘It’s barely been four hours.’

‘We’re still in talks. This is about the defendant.’

I loved how she used that word to refer to Isobel. ‘Go on.’

‘She’s been formally charged with assault occasioning actual bodily harm. The arraignment is set for tomorrow.’

‘I see. Do I need to show up? As the plaintiff or something?’

‘This is a criminal case. The Deputy District Attorney represents the state. You’re not the plaintiff. But you may be called as a witness.’

‘Got it. And the school stuff?’

‘Still under review. The officers did question her again, but nothing’s been filed yet.’

‘Think she’ll get bail?’

‘Normally, yes. But in this case, I doubt it.’

‘Why?’

Hannah paused, like she was weighing her words.

‘Her father, Dashiell Brooke, tried to reach out to Mr Laurent.’

I sat up. ‘What?’

‘He actually tried you first, unsuccessfully.’

‘Yeah, I’ve been screening my calls.’

‘He may have contacted your parents, too, though I can’t confirm that. Eventually, he reached LGH. Asked for a meeting. He wanted to discuss a private settlement, some kind of conciliation. From what I gather, his company’s under serious financial pressure. Cancelled orders, accelerated loan repayment schedules. He seemed to believe LGH was involved.’

‘Was he right to believe that?’

Hannah, very much a lawyer, didn’t answer that.

I moved on. ‘Did Ashton take the meeting?’

‘He declined. He sent Mr Everett and me instead.’

I exhaled. ‘And?’

‘We made our position clear: it’s either the girl or the company. He can’t keep both.’

I let out a low laugh. ‘How long did he take?’

‘Less than a minute. He chose the company.’

‘Figures. So that’s why you said bail’s unlikely.’

‘Exactly. Mr Brooke has already lost two major projects this week. Ten more clients have pulled out. Long-term contracts. He knows which way the wind’s blowing.’

‘Thanks for the update.’

‘Of course. Let us know if anything changes on your end.’

She hung up.

I stared at the screen.

LGH’s legal team was terrifyingly efficient.

If the rest of the company ran that tightly, no wonder Edouard Laurent skipped over his son and handed Ashton the reins.

‘I should probably learn from the man,’ I muttered.

I drained the cup, stretched, then stood.

Time to get back to work.

Real work this time.

Back at Nyx Collective, the office was buzzing.

The Venice Film Festival had just kicked off.

Eliza Black had hit the red carpet that afternoon in Italy, which meant here in Skyline, photos were dropping right as everyone headed for lunch.

She wore a floor-length gold strapless gown with Violet Lin’s set.

It screamed big-budget makeover.

Not my taste, but it photographed well.

Violet stared at her screen like she was trying to will herself into it. Both hands on her phone, knuckles pale.

‘God, the necklace looks incredible. It really suits Eliza’s face shape,’ she said, loud enough for the entire floor.

She glanced at me while saying it.

Not glanced—glared. Eyes smug. Nostrils flared.

While everyone else watched the livestream, Violet refreshed Instagram and X every three seconds.

She’d been crowing for weeks that Eliza would tag her directly. Personal account. Name in lights.

Didn’t happen.

Instead, Eliza’s PR team posted a generic press roundup.

Everyone involved got a tag—hair, makeup, stylist, designer, jewellery. All lumped into one caption.

It didn’t matter. Violet still looked like she might cry from joy anyway.

Notifications kept pinging, her follower count started climbing.

She reposted the PR team’s post immediately, added a caption praising Eliza’s ‘elegance’ and how ‘she made anything look classy’.

Within a matter of minutes, paid shills had pushed ‘Eliza Black’s personal jewellery designer’ onto trending tags.

Colleagues congratulated her. A few even clapped.

Violet couldn’t stop grinning.

Then she looked over at me.

I was at my desk, coffee going cold, the livestream paused on a close-up of Eliza’s necklace. I’d zoomed in.

Violet sashayed over, planted a hip on my desk. ‘Ha. You couldn’t stop staring at it the other day either. Jealous? Don’t be. If you want tips, just ask. I don’t mind helping you out.’

I ignored her and kept my eyes on the screen.

I didn’t just zoom in on the necklace. I checked the bangle, the ring, the earrings, everything

The cuts, the clasps, the placement of the stones.

I had definitely seen them before.

And they didn’t come from Violet.