Chapter 2

Facing Wyatt's threats, I remained composed, amazed that he would speak such words in front of the police. It seemed he wasn't afraid of being arrested for defaming public officers.

"Wyatt! What are you saying! Defaming us? And making threats in the police station? Bold of you!"

The police chief's face darkened terribly. Wyatt's behavior clearly showed his disregard for the police and for the law.

"What’s wrong? Did I say anything wrong? You cops are colluding with civilians to frame the innocent!"

Facing the police chief’s interrogation, Wyatt, holding absolute trust in Rylee, retorted directly.

"Jacob, Elijah, take Wyatt to the reflection room. Let him out when he comes to his senses!"

This was a police station, not a place where Wyatt could act recklessly.

"Hey, don't touch Wyatt!"

Seeing Wyatt being restrained, Rylee panicked, stood up, and started defending him. What a loving couple they were.

Unfortunately, this was a police station where police upheld justice. Regardless of Wyatt being a CEO or how loving they were, it made no difference here.

Wyatt was locked in the reflection room, and Rylee, because I had not signed the forgiveness letter, was charged by the police with disturbing public order. She was detained for seven days and had to compensate for all funeral expenses, as well as my mental anguish, totaling thirty thousand dollars.

Receiving this news, my frozen heart felt a flicker of warmth. This was just the beginning, and I hoped they could withstand my fury.

The reason Wyatt divorced me was because of his affair with Rylee. After the divorce, he took one-third of my company's shares, becoming a shareholder. He didn’t have to do anything, but the money rolled in.

Now, I needed to think of a way to reclaim those shares.

I somewhat regretted my earlier leniency in not stripping him of everything.

After delivering this news, the police chief lectured me, as I had slapped Wyatt in a moment of anger.

Three days later, while I was having dinner at home, Wyatt called me.

I glanced at the phone and ignored it, but he persisted, calling six times. Annoyed, I answered.

"Lajoi, good for you! Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell my shares to Group B? That's eleven percent of the shares. If they play hardball and secure twenty-five percent, your position as CEO might not be so secure!"

Wyatt's tone over the phone was extremely irritating, as if he could easily manipulate me with his words.

"Suit yourself. And don't call me again; I’d have to change my phone to avoid feeling disgusted."

After speaking, I hung up and blocked Wyatt’s contact.

Group A, which I owned, and Group B from the neighboring city were fierce competitors. Honestly, Wyatt’s threat was significant.

Four days later, Rylee was released from the police station. Wyatt immediately gave her a card to spend freely.

Delighted, Rylee nestled in his arms, constantly acting coy and tender.

I was sitting in my office as my secretary was reporting on Rylee and Wyatt’s situation.

After returning to the company, I had someone follow Rylee and report her every move at all times. Now that she was released, it was time to prepare for my next move!