Three months ago, my father—the chairman of Fox Group—had sent us both to a subsidiary to test Arnold.
"Sweetheart, you're not just looking for a husband. You're looking for someone who can protect Fox Group. If he can't survive at the ground level, or if he can't stay loyal to you, then he doesn't deserve you."
At the time, I thought my father was being paranoid.
When Arnold was pursuing me, he'd waited three hours in a downpour just to bring me an umbrella.
In two years together, he'd remembered every anniversary. Even tracked my cycle.
How could he possibly have wandering eyes?
But now, I wasn't so sure.
I wanted to give Arnold a chance to prove himself.
Instead, he started having meals with Stacy. Walking her home.
He even took her to the amusement park to watch fireworks on nights when I was working overtime.
The rumors in the department grew more outrageous by the day.
Some said Stacy was the chairman's daughter. Others claimed my perpetually cold demeanor was because I was jealous of Stacy—the real heiress.
Stacy never denied any of it. She'd just blink those doe eyes and coo:
"Stacy doesn't know anything about that~ I just want to do my job well~"