“What a shame,” she whispered, turning her head slightly toward Tristan. “Because the one who no longer has the right to touch any of this is you.”
At that precise moment, Tristan’s phone began to vibrate violently in his pocket. He pulled it out with shaking fingers and saw a message from his executive assistant.
Sir, the strategic investor has withdrawn the full partnership agreement. They have signed exclusive rights with Aurora Flame under Mrs. Emilia Porter.
His breath caught. His vision blurred.
He looked up at Emilia as if seeing her for the first time.
Brielle released his arm abruptly, her expression twisting with disbelief.
“You told me you were about to be promoted to regional vice president,” she said sharply. “Was that another lie.”
Tristan tried to speak, but no sound came.
Brielle shook her head, lips curling in disgust. “I do not stay with men who sell dreams they cannot pay for.”
She turned and walked away. Her heels struck the marble floor with crisp finality, each step echoing like punctuation at the end of his pride.