I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

The room fell silent.

Then someone snorted.

Then all three of them burst out laughing.

‘She’s lost it.’

‘Ashton Laurent? Come on, Mira. Pick a more believable name next time.’

‘You expect anyone to buy that?’

Maxwell swirled his wine. ‘Miss Vance, don’t joke like that. I’m the Senior VP, and I see Mr Laurent maybe once a year. You think he’s just sitting around waiting for you to text him?’

I tapped the table. ‘You’re really not scared I’ll report you?’

He shrugged. ‘I told you what I did because I don’t care if it gets out. Besides, you’re not going to do anything.’

I reached across the table, picked up my phone, and held it up. ‘And if I recorded everything just now?’

‘Sure you did,’ he said, lips stretched in a smug, lazy smile.

‘Oh, I sure did.’ I tilted the screen towards him. ‘And I’m sending it to Ashton Laurent right now.’