Thalia stood behind him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She made a show of trying to calm him down but didn’t lift a finger to stop him.
And suddenly, I understood.
Cortland had been waiting for this moment—any excuse to kick me out, to get rid of me completely.
I took a deep breath and glanced at the photos on the floor.
My voice came out cold. “I said that’s not me. Believe it or not, I don’t care. You don’t need to kick me out. I was actually already leaving this company anyway.”
Cortland clearly hadn’t expected me to be so decisive. For a moment, his eyes flickered with surprise.
But Thalia stepped in, right on cue. “Since Saylor has made up her mind, how about we draw up an agreement?”
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes gleamed with calculation.
“You can leave. But you don’t get to take a single cent from Dorance Industries. After all, you always said you married for love, not money, right? Why not prove it by leaving everything behind?”
I froze and then, I let out a soft, mirthless laugh.
“Every single piece of this company was built with my support. And now that you don’t need me anymore, you want me to walk away with nothing?”