I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 115

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Chapter 115 New Boss

Every head turned.

Two men emerged from the front entrance, followed by a handful of staff members.

I recognised Rexford Caldwell from his file photo..

The big boss of Nyx Collective, the man who had never bothered to show his face in the office until now.

But it wasn’t Rexford who had everyone staring.

That was Ashton, walking a step ahead of Rexford.

His face was inscrutable as usual, a neutral mask he wore for business, and his hands were stuck in his trouser pockets.

Yet something told me he was not happy.

He reminded me of Bernini’s ‘David‘, right before he slung the fatal stone at Goliath.

Rexford cleared his throat and clapped his hands. ‘Hello, everyone. May I have your attention for a minute. Some of you know who I am. Rexford Caldwell, majority shareholder of Nyx Collective, this lovely studio you’re working in.‘

He paused, as if expecting applause.

Nothing happened.

He cleared his throat again. ‘Well, anyway, I need to introduce you to the new owner of Nyx Collective. Mr Ashton Laurent.‘

Hands clapped. A few people at first, then more joined.

Rexford stepped aside, yielding the floor to Ashton.

‘Mr Caldwell, do I look like an old man to you?‘

‘Huh?‘

I could see the question mark forming above Rexford’s head, and everybody else’s.

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‘Um, of course not, Mr Laurent. You’re younger than me.‘ He added in a hurry, ‘But no less accomplished.‘ He chuckled. ‘If you’re considered old, what does that make me, a corpse? Haha.‘

The joke fell flat.

Ashton said, ‘I don’t think I’m old either. But someone did just call me an “old man“.

Rexford looked utterly baffled. ‘Mr Laurent, what do you mean?‘

Ashton’s gaze slid over to me, a small, knowing smile playing at his lips. ‘Someone just said my wife married an old man. Not just old, but also broke. And a nobody. And picked up from the street.‘

Ah. So he’d heard me and Violet.

How long had he been standing just outside the door, eavesdropping?

Rexford’s eyes followed Ashton’s to me. ‘This… this is Mrs Laurent?‘

Ashton stepped forward, took my hand, gently plucked me up from my chair–that was when I realised, belatedly, I was the only one who’d still remained seated.

The only person whose jaw dropped lower than Rexford’s was Violet’s.

‘Mr Caldwell.‘ Ashton linked arms with me.

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Chapter 115 New Boss

‘Yes, Mr Laurent?‘

I’m beginning to think that taking over the shares from you is a mistake.‘

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‘W–what? Of course not! I mean, it’s a solid investment. It’s made reasonable returns for me over the years. Nothing staggering, of course, but the profit’s more than

‘You didn’t tell me the company had such a toxic culture. With colleagues openly slandering each other over personal affairs during work hours, can it really deliver the kind of performance you promised me?‘

Rexford caught on quick. ‘It’s just one employee, and one employee doesn’t represent Nyx Collective.‘ He jabbed a finger at Violet. ‘Oi, you there. Apologise to Mr Laurent and Mrs Laurent. Now.‘

Violet finally stopped resembling a waxwork figure of herself.

Her lips made a valiant effort, but her words were mute.

Savannah, who’d come out of her office a minute ago, stepped in. Mr Laurent, Mr Caldwell, apologies for the unfortunate incident. I’ll speak to Violet later and make sure she’s reprimanded properly. Let’s all move to the conference room, shall we?‘

Rexford jumped in before Ashton could reply. ‘Yes, yes, Mr Laurent, let’s go have a seat. I’ll show you the quarterly-‘

Ashton didn’t move. 1

‘I heard something about a competition slot earlier,‘ he said flatly. Someone paid for it. How much? I’ll pay triple. That should get my wife a spot.‘

I tugged at his elbow. He didn’t react.

Rexford wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and shot Savannah a look. ‘What bloody slot?‘

‘It’s for The Aureate Awards,‘ Savannah explained. ‘There’s been a misunderstanding. No one needs to pay. I’ll review the

internal selection process later.‘

‘Like hell you will,‘ Rexford snapped. ‘Give it to her.‘ He was about to point a finger at me, but shrank back at the last moment.

Give it to Mrs Laurent.‘

‘Yes, of course.‘

Rexford turned to Ashton. ‘Does that work for you, Mr Laurent?‘

‘I’m not the one you should be asking.‘

‘Right, right, of course. Mrs Laurent?‘ Rexford turned to me, his oily smile reminding me of the fries Ashton bought the other day, pretending it was lunch made by Carmen.

I wondered if he finished them.

Probably not.

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