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Chapter 272 - 272 Grass to Gravel

Chapter 272: Grass to Gravel Chapter 272: Grass to Gravel Her words landed like a slap.

Obinna froze.

She saw it in his eyes, that flicker of recognition.

Because deep down, he knew it was true.

He had enforced the punishment, not her.

But of course, he couldn’t admit that.

His pride was too big, too loud.

It wouldn’t let him retreat even an inch.

So he didn’t respond to her accusation.

Not directly.

Instead, he changed the subject with the grace of a politician avoiding scandal.

“Anyway,” he began, his tone cooler now, “you haven’t given me any feedback on the work I assigned you.” Nnenna blinked, thrown by the sudden shift.

“I’ve waited for months, months, and nothing.

Not a word.

You must’ve finished it by now.

So why haven’t you brought it back to me?” “What work?” she asked honestly, trying to remember.

Obinna’s brow twitched.

“What do you mean ‘what work’?

The computer I gave you.

The files you were supposed to work on.

Don’t tell me you haven’t even started.” Nnenna felt her chest tighten.

This is it.

Time to execute one of her long term plans.

Plus, she had completely forgotten about it.

Between the daily chaos, Ebere’s situation, and dodging punishments left and right, that file had slipped her mind like water through a crack.

“I’ve been busy,” she muttered.

“Busy?” he snapped.

“Busy doing what exactly?

Talking back?

Causing trouble?

You’ve had months, Nnenna.

Months.

How could you not have done anything?” His voice rose with every word, the tension in the room spiking like a sudden storm.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Nnenna began, lifting her chin slightly.

Her voice was calm, but underneath, fire simmered.

“I’m no longer going to be doing your work for you.” Obinna blinked, stunned.

Nnenna didn’t stop.

She had his full attention now, and she wasn’t wasting it.

“You have a brain.

Use it.

Figure it out yourself.

Everyone keeps saying you’re the business world’s golden boy, the most successful businessman in the entire kingdom.” Her voice curled with sarcasm.

“But we both know that’s not true.” The air shifted.

Her words landed like a slap of cold water.

Obinna’s face darkened immediately.

His eyes sharpened, lips thinning into a dangerous line.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked, his voice low.

Tense.

Dangerous.

“Are you saying you’re going to expose me?” Nnenna stared right back at him, unflinching.

“I didn’t say that,” she replied coolly.

“If I really wanted to destroy you, I wouldn’t be standing here telling you about it.

I would have done it already.” Her words cut through the air like a blade, calm, steady, unapologetic.

“But from now on,” she continued, “you’ll do your work yourself.

You don’t get to pass it off to me anymore.

I won’t be your secret weapon, your fixer, your fallback plan.

I won’t cover for you.

Not anymore.” Obinna’s jaw clenched, fury rising visibly in his posture.

“I refuse,” he snapped.

“You don’t get to decide that.” Nnenna tilted her head slightly, her gaze hardening.

“It’s not for you to refuse.” Her voice dropped to a quiet, razor sharp tone.

“As you can see from my words, and my tone, I’m not asking.

I’m telling you.

This is how it’s going to be from now on.” She crossed her arms, unwavering, as if her body was anchoring the decision in the very fabric of the room.

“That’s it,” she said simply.

“End of story.” For a moment, Obinna just stood there, silent, seething, shocked.

Like someone had unplugged the power from his ego and he hadn’t figured out how to reboot it.

And then, slowly, the rage seeped back into his face.

“You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, but far more dangerous.

“I can make your life miserable.” There it was.

The threat.

Plain.

Icy.

Blunt.

The kind that lingered long after it was said, like a storm cloud waiting to strike.

Nnenna didn’t flinch.

Her heart pounded, of course it did, but she refused to let it show.

She stared back, her expression unreadable.

Inside, she was already bracing for the storm.

“Yes, I know,” Nnenna said calmly, her eyes fixed on Obinna’s furious face.

“But you haven’t exactly not been doing that since I was six years old.

And guess what?

I’ve survived.” Her words were confident.

And her confidence wasn’t exaggerated, not in the slightest.

Because she had survived.

From sneaking in study time between chores, to covering for his business failures, to finding loopholes in contracts just to save his name, Nnenna had been holding the fort for years.

Quietly.

Invisibly.

Tirelessly.

Obinna scoffed, but she didn’t let him interrupt.

“And if you push me too far…” she continued, her voice now dipped in ice, “then I’ll go to Plan B.” Obinna’s brows twitched.

She had a Plan B?

“I will expose you.” She let the words sit there, heavy like thunder before a storm.

“To everyone.” Obinna’s jaw locked.

“I’ll tell them I’ve been the one running your business.

Giving you all your so called ‘brilliant’ ideas.

I’ll lay it all out, the documents, the drafts, the timestamps.

Everything.” He didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

She could already see the panic beginning to bubble in his eyes, hidden just behind the anger.

“And when that happens,” she went on, voice steady and razor sharp, “you won’t just lose your business empire.

You’ll lose everything.” The next part came out like a death sentence.

“Because not only is our elder brother returning to claim the throne, but the moment he is back, your title means nothing.

You’ll just be… the former interim king of a powerful kingdom.” And a disgraced one at that.

“Tell me, Second Brother Obinna, how do you think that will feel?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her voice softer now, as if she was genuinely trying to help.

“To fall from glass…

to gravel?” His face contorted, rage now battling fear.

“So, which one would you prefer?” she pressed.