Chapter 5

Only one day left until my "death."

The company was in complete chaos.

I had frozen all of Miles and Lauren’s projects, which effectively cut off the company's main revenue stream for the next six months.

Dozens of executives and board members were spamming my phone.

I didn't answer a single call.

I simply instructed my secretary to send out a company-wide email.

The content was simple:

"Effective immediately, all operations of the company are suspended for an internal audit. No employee shall provide any support to Miles Whitfield or Lauren Scott in the name of the company. Violators will be terminated immediately and face legal prosecution."

This email was the final straw.

Miles could no longer sit still.

He called me again from yet another new number.

"Sienna! What the hell do you want? You’re going to destroy the company! You’re destroying me!"

His voice carried a hint of hysterical panic.

I leaned back on the lounge chair on my balcony, basking in the sun.

"Miles, don't get worked up. The company is mine. If I want to destroy it, that’s my right."

"You!" He choked on his words. "You can't do this! This company is the result of my hard work for years! Even if you hate me, you can't play with the company's survival!"

"Your hard work?" I laughed. "Miles, did you forget? This company was built dollar by dollar using the inheritance my father left me. I poured hundreds of millions into it."

"Your so-called hard work is just a stage I built for you. Now, I’m tearing down the stage. Is there a problem?"

There was a dead silence on the other end.

After a long time, his voice came through again, this time with a trace of begging.

"Sienna, I’m begging you. Just resume the projects, okay? We can settle our personal issues privately. Don't drag the company into this."

"We can divorce. I’ll walk away with nothing, I’ll give everything to you, okay?"