The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 50

Reese’s hand shook a little as she clung to her coffee mug, eyes flicking over the files on her desk.

Alan didn’t say a word. He just waited quietly beside her.

It was at least fifteen minutes before Reese finally rubbed at her tired brow.

She knew Alan was giving her time because he respected her, but she didn’t want her personal mess to mess up the team’s plans.

“From what I can see, Ratcliff Global’s ‘The Vault’ is our best shot at making the system work. I’m just on the tech side. I don’t have to deal with him much, so it’s fine,” she said.

Alan nodded, clearly happy with her answer. He glanced at the dark circles under her eyes.

“The project can wait. Go get some rest,” he told her gently.

Reese nodded, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but her energy was already gone. She dragged herself out of the lab, legs feeling heavy as lead.

When she woke up again, the sky outside was streaked orange and gold.

She reached for her phone and noticed a bunch of missed calls from Dylon. Her heart skipped. Had something happened?

Mr. Ratcliff’s threats flashed through her mind, along with Sebastian acquiring that old property she had. She called Dylon back in a hurry.

“Uncle, sorry I missed your calls. Is everything okay at home?”

But Dylon just sounded cheerful as ever. “There she is! Finally answered. Are you coming home for dinner? Your aunt made your favorite soup.”

Reese felt her whole body relax. “I’ll come now.”

She pushed open the door. “Uncle Dylon, Aunt Rosie, I’m home!”

Zach was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Reese paused mid-step to change her shoes.

From the kitchen, she heard pots clanking. Rosie was busy at the stove, apron tied tight, while Tara sprinkled salt into the soup.

Tara grinned when she saw her. “Reese, you’re back! Sit down. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Where’s Uncle?” Reese asked. “Need a hand with anything?”

“He went out to get your favorite roast duck,” Rosie said, wiping her hands on her apron and gently nudging Reese out of the kitchen. “Just relax, we’ve got it covered.”

Reese sank into an armchair in the living room and pulled out her phone to answer a few work messages.

Zach watched her for a moment before speaking up, voice low. “I didn’t think the conference rumors would spread. If you want, I can clear things up.”

Reese remembered the Eastside project and followed him in.

“Sorry. I’ve been swamped and haven’t talked to Sebastian yet about Eastside,” she said.

“But...” She rummaged in her bag for her wallet, ready to hand over the money she’d scraped together. There was Millie’s bonus, Alan’s commission, even an advance on her salary. It had taken a lot to pull that cash together.

“No need,” Dylon said, waving her off. He pulled out some documents. “I know you’re busy. I already found an investor for Eastside. You don’t have to worry about it.

“Just look at these transfer agreements.”

“Transfer agreements?” Reese echoed, picking them up to read.

Sure enough, they were share transfers. Dylon and Rosie were signing over their sixty percent stake in Ramos Corporation to her. With the shares Reese already had, she now owned fifty-seven percent of the company.

“Why are you giving this to me?” Reese asked, confused. She was already the legal rep and had fifteen percent. She always thought the rest would go to Tara.

Dylon gave a crooked smile. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you. The Ramos family’s done well enough thanks to your connection. That’s plenty for your aunt and me to retire on.”

“Your sister’s expecting, and things with Zach are set. She’s got someone to rely on now. I just want to make sure you’re good too.”