Moments later, a furious voice cut through the lobby：

“Who the hell has been messing with my girl?!”

Meg collapsed into a pitiful, trembling sob：

“Kenny! It's that psycho! She attacked me!”

“You have to teach her a lesson!!”

“And her freeloader husband too, don't let him off the hook!”

Ken walked up behind me, his voice dripping with arrogance：

“You think you can bully Ken Simmons' fiancée?”

“Try me. I'll make sure you never walk out of Southport.”

I turned around, looked him dead in the eye, and let the contempt drip from every word：

“Ken Simmons. If she's your fiancée, then what does that make me?”

The moment Ken saw my face, he turned to stone.

“A-Alice? What are you doing here?!”

My gaze sliced across his panicked face like a blade：

“Why? She's allowed to be here, but I'm not??”

He immediately yanked Meg behind him, guilt written all over him：

“No, that's not what I meant!”

“Come on, let's go to my office and talk.”

He wanted to handle this behind closed doors?

Like hell I was going to play along.

I didn't move an inch. Instead, I ripped the mask right off his face：

“Ken Simmons, we were apart for one year. One year, and you spent my money keeping another woman!”

“You're nothing but a kept man. Where do you get off acting like this?!”

The entire lobby went silent. Not a single person could find their voice.

“You psycho! Don't you dare slander my husband!!!”

Meg swung at me. I caught her wrist and squeezed until her knuckles went white.

She had the nerve to wear my ring. Once I was done dealing with Ken, her turn would come.

A flash of panic crossed Ken's face, there and gone in an instant.

Then he roared.

For his so-called masculine pride. For his precious reputation.

“Enough! Alice! Cut the act!”

“If something's wrong with your head, go see a psychiatrist! Don't come to my building making a scene!!”

He played the part well, I'd give him that.

Every inch the commanding CEO with the world at his feet.

He leaned in close to my ear, his voice so low only I could hear：

“Alice, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me for not honoring what we had.”

“You think I'm still the same man I was a year ago?”

“This company answers to me now. You don't know a single person here. Nobody is going to help you.”

This ungrateful animal had finally bared his fangs.

He thought I was some naive rich girl who'd poured her entire fortune into his little startup.

He was nothing but a disobedient dog.

This was exactly why you never elevate a man who has nothing.

While I stood there processing the sheer audacity, Ken turned to the crowd and announced：

“This woman is a lunatic! She walked in off the street to cause trouble!”

“Security! Get her out of here!!”

Several security guards closed in around me.

Meg burrowed into Ken's arms, glaring at me with a look that could kill.

“Babe, you'd better make this woman pay for today!!”

Ken tapped the tip of her nose, all indulgent warmth：

“Then let's drag her to the storage room and break her legs.”

A flicker of jealousy crossed Meg's eyes：

“And her face. I can't stand looking at it. Carve it up.”

Sharp gasps rippled through the lobby.

Whispers broke out around them：

“She really is crazy. Crossing Mr. Simmons? She asked for it.”

“Seriously. Everyone in this company knows he spoils his fiancée rotten.”

Ken soaked in every word, and a twisted little ember of satisfaction glowed inside him.

A man who couldn't even freeload properly.

He deserved to be nothing more than my moneymaking, bed-warming tool.

He puffed up with all the authority of the big boss he pretended to be：

“What are you standing around for? Drag this lunatic to the storage room!”

With “the richest man in Southport” backing her up, Meg made zero effort to hide the look on her face. She wanted to crush me and make an example out of it.

“Drag her out! As long as she's still breathing, keep hitting!”

Ken wrapped an arm around her waist, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth：

“Even if someone ends up dead, I'll handle it!!”

The security guards hesitated for a few seconds, then closed in around me.

“Ken Simmons, I'm warning you one last time.”

“If you lay a hand on me, you're getting fired by corporate!”

Meg looked at me like I was the dumbest person she'd ever seen.

“She really has lost it.”

“Ken IS the one running the company behind the scenes. What's he going to do, fire himself?!”

Ken laughed too：

“You're a washed-up heiress with nothing to your name, and you actually think you matter?!”

“Take her away!”

A dark figure burst through the entrance.

My bodyguard. He dropped every single one of those guards before they knew what hit them.

I was done wasting words on these two idiots.

I pulled out my phone and called headquarters directly.

“Two minutes. Company-wide email. Strip Ken Simmons of his position as president of the Southport subsidiary.”

“Terminated. Effective immediately. Blacklisted from all future employment.”

The words barely left my mouth before Ken, pinned to the floor, started thrashing like a wild animal.

“Alice, who the hell do you think you are??”

“Keep pretending! Go on, keep up the act!!”

“You humiliated me today. I will NEVER let this go!!”

“Bodyguards!! BODYGUARDS!! Where the hell are you?!!”

I crouched down and patted his face, the skin sallow and hollow from too many late nights spent on the wrong things.

“Ken Simmons, what exactly do you think you are?”

“You're one fish in my pond. Did you really think you could make waves?”

Then I slapped him. Again. And again. Each crack echoed through the lobby.

Nothing wipes the arrogance off a man's face quite like an open palm.

“Alice! You psycho! I'm calling the police!!”

Meg was shrieking.

You'd think those slaps had landed on her face instead.

Well, since she wanted to step up, why should I hold back?

“And you, Meg. Enjoying my ring, are you?”

One look from me was all it took. My bodyguard seized her hand, pried the pink-diamond ring off her finger, and presented it to me with both hands.

“Ms. Pruitt, your ring.”

I glanced at it with open distaste.

“Hold onto it for now.”

“Have the jeweler come pick it up. I want it fully cleaned and reconditioned before it goes back on my hand.”

“Someone else wore it. It's contaminated.”

Meg's entire face contorted, as if I'd ripped the life right out of her.

“Give it back!! That's my engagement ring! It's worth six million dollars, enough to put you behind bars for LIFE!!”

A dozen bodyguards in black stormed into the lobby.

Ken's men.

He got to his feet and brushed the dust off his suit.

Flanked by a wall of muscle, his whole demeanor shifted in an instant.

The look he gave me was pure hatred laced with fury.

Funny. I was the one who gave him the money. I was the one who bankrolled his investment. I was the one who handed him the title of president on a silver platter.

I made him rich. I lifted him out of obscurity. And he had the nerve to turn around and hate ME.

“Ms. Pruitt, get behind me. I won't let anyone touch you!!”

Rufus Harding stepped in front of me without hesitation.

That broad back was the definition of security.

He was a retired international mercenary. His skills were the real deal.

One man against a dozen? Not even a challenge.

Broad shoulders. Narrow waist.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

Mm. Room for a new fish in the pond.

Then the receptionist let out a scream.

“Oh my God——”

“It's real! It's REAL!! Check the company-wide email, everyone!!!”

“Mr. Simmons, no wait, Ken Simmons, has actually been FIRED!!”

The way everyone looked at me shifted in an instant.

Awe. Fear.

Meg screamed, but it was nothing more than bluster.

“What the hell are you all talking about?! Stop spreading lies!!”

“One more word from any of you and Ken will have you fired!!!”

Nobody spared her a glance. Every pair of eyes was glued to the company-wide email lighting up their phones.

Ken fumbled for his own phone, hands shaking.

Panic made his fingers slip. The phone hit the floor.

He snatched it up, read the email on the screen, and went completely rigid.

The phone slipped from his fingers again.

This time it cracked against the marble with a sharp, clean sound.

“No way! This can't be real!!”

He lifted his head and glared at me with pure venom.

“Alice! It was you! You slept your way to the top, didn't you?!”

“God, you're disgusting!!”

“Some decrepit old man and you still crawled into his bed!!”

Oh.

The decrepit old man he was talking about was my father.

My father hadn't been involved in the company's affairs for years.

I was the one running everything.

Only a handful of senior executives at headquarters knew my real identity.

“That's it! That has to be it!”

“You wanted to destroy me! You wanted revenge so badly you whored yourself out to some old man!!”

He spiraled further with every word：

“You're filth!! Alice, you're absolute filth!”

Did he think dragging me through the mud somehow kept him above me?

“Ken, when you're a kept man, you should act like one.”

“You wore that mask so long you started believing your own lie.”

The dozen bodyguards behind Ken exchanged uneasy glances.

I gave a single look.

Rufus caught it instantly and barked at them, eyes cold：

“Line up against the wall. Now.”

“Figure out who actually signs your paychecks!!”

They hesitated for a few seconds.

Then they shuffled to the side, pressed their backs to the wall in a neat row, and stood there like the hired security they were.

“Sorry I'm late! Flight was delayed!!”

A man swept through the doors in a rush.

He wore an apologetic look on his face. This was Lucas Chavez, the new president I'd personally appointed to take over the subsidiary.

Ken recognized him on sight.

Lucas was Ken's direct superior, the senior vice president overseeing subsidiary operations for the entire group.

Ken looked at him like a drowning man spotting a life raft.

By now, the “richest man in Southport” facade had shattered.

All he wanted was to keep his job.

“Mr. Chavez! Please, talk to Chairman Pruitt for me!”

“He's been bewitched by this tramp! He's not thinking about the company's interests at all!”

“You're a founding executive, sir! The chairman will listen to you!”

Lucas walked right past him, straight to my side, his face breaking into a deferential smile：

“Chairwoman Pruitt! My sincerest apologies!! The flight was delayed.”

“I should have picked you up from the airport myself!”

The rest of Ken's words died in his throat. He looked like a chicken with a hand around its neck.

His body swayed, face white with disbelief：

“Chairwoman?? She's the chairwoman??”

Lucas rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible：

“You idiot! You've been fired! How blind can you be?!”

“You didn't even recognize the chairwoman of the entire Pruitt Group!”