I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Chapter 71 - 72 Ashton’s POV: Tactical Retreat
The CEO’s office was silent except for the knock on the door.
Dominic Everett stepped in, carrying a folder thick enough to strangle someone with. ‘Mr Laurent, this is everything on Nyx Collective.’
He placed it on the desk.
Ashton picked up the folder, flipping through it without a word.
With each page, his jaw set a little tighter.
By the time he hit the middle, the muscle under his cheekbone was pulsing.
So that was what Mirabelle had been dealing with.
Petty backstabbing.
Undercut by her own team.
Screamed at in meetings by people who couldn’t carry her shoes.
‘Fucking hell,’ he muttered.
He leaned back in his chair, report still in hand, fingers tapping against one name.
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