Chapter 4

I pressed the 18th floor on the elevator.

The 18th floor of this building was also my property, which I'd converted into a private studio and lounge.

Mark and his family had no idea.

I poured myself a glass of red wine and walked to my computer, pulling up the security camera feed from upstairs.

On the monitor, the group who had taken over my apartment was already eagerly starting their new lives.

Crystal was directing Ashley to throw my belongings out the door.

"That vase's color is too dark, it looks like an urn, throw it out!"

"What's with that messy painting?

It's bad luck, take it down and use it as trash lining!"

Ashley, like a diligent minion, unhesitatingly swept the antique vase I'd bought at Sotheby's for over one hundred fifty thousand dollars into the trash.

"Crystal, how's this?"

Ashley asked, smiling obsequiously.

"It'll do, I guess," Crystal said arrogantly, patting her belly.

"Mark, tomorrow I want to throw a baby shower and invite all my best girlfriends to see our new home."

"No problem!

Whatever my wife wants, she gets!

I'll transfer you money tomorrow, spend as much as you like!"

Mark puffed out his chest, grandly.

I watched his pathetic attempt to play the big shot on the screen, a cold sneer on my face, as I opened my mobile banking app.

First step: I stopped all automatic payments linked to this apartment, including utilities and the hefty property management fees.

Second step: I immediately reported the credit card linked to my account, which Mark held with a one million dollar limit, as lost and froze it.

Initially, I had ignored the board's opposition and secretly arranged a figurehead managerial position for him at a branch company.

Even that credit card was given to him to save face and maintain his ridiculous ego when he was out.

I never imagined he'd mistake my charity for his own capability.

Using my money to support another woman, and trying to seize my apartment?

Pure fantasy.

After doing all this, I sent a message to Mr. Clark, my company's CFO.

"First thing tomorrow, initiate a comprehensive financial audit of Mark's department at the branch company.

Investigate all accounts he handled; not a single cent should be missed."

Mr. Clark replied instantly: "Received, Ms. Sophia."

I swirled the red wine in my glass, watching the scumbag and mistress embracing and sleeping on the monitor, my eyes chillingly cold.

Enjoy your last hurrah.