Beaten by my ex, now I'm a Trillionaire Heir

Ch-10

Lucas and Sophia strutted through the grand halls of Imperium Corp, their smug smiles practically carved onto their faces. Being escorted back into the building had been satisfying enough, but the cherry on top was seeing Nathan humiliated in front of everyone.

Sophia folded her arms and sneered. “You must really have no shame, Nathan. To think you could just sneak in with some card you probably scammed off someone.” Her voice dripped with disdain. “Trash like you should know their place. Just because you managed to set foot in here doesn’t mean you can be compared to Lucas.”

Lucas laughed, adjusting his cuffs with exaggerated arrogance. “Compared to me?” He scoffed. “Let’s not be ridiculous, Sophia. A worm like him isn’t even worthy of standing in my shadow.” His eyes flicked to Nathan, who remained maddeningly calm. “But don’t worry, since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll give you a lesson in what true success looks like.”

He turned to the gathered executives and staff, speaking with the confidence of a man who believed himself invincible. “Once I get the chairman’s signature, this deal will be finalized. I’ll be walking away with a partnership that will make history.” He smirked, eyes glinting with triumph. “Meanwhile, he will still be standing here like an idiot, watching from the sidelines.”

Nathan exhaled slowly, finally speaking. His voice was calm, almost bored.

“I won’t sign it for you.”

Silence.

Then—

Laughter erupted across the hall.

It started as a few chuckles before growing into full-blown mockery. Executives, assistants, and onlookers alike were practically doubled over, some wiping tears from their eyes.

“Did you hear that?” someone gasped between laughs. “He said he won’t sign it for Lucas! As if he’s the chairman himself!”

“Oh, this is priceless,” another chortled. “I don’t know what’s funnier—his audacity or his delusions.”

Sophia wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye, shaking her head in fake pity. “Nathan, you’ve always been good at making a fool of yourself, but this… this is truly your masterpiece.”

Lucas clapped mockingly. “Bravo, Nathan. If you were aiming to be the biggest joke in Imperium Corp’s history, congratulations—you’ve succeeded.” He grinned. “Now do us all a favor and disappear before you embarrass yourself even further.”

At that moment, the heavy doors at the far end of the hall swung open, and a tall man in an expensive suit strode in.

Mac Hilton.

The high-ranking executive moved with authority, his gaze sharp as he scanned the room. The moment people noticed him, the mockery ceased, and all eyes turned to him with respect.

Mac Hilton stepped forward, his voice crisp.

“I just got news from the higher ups that the chairman has arrived and will be here shortly.”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the room.

Lucas straightened his jacket, standing taller. This is it. This was his moment.

Then, as if remembering something crucial, he turned to Mac Hilton, gesturing toward Nathan with a dramatic sigh. “Mr. Hilton, I apologize for the disturbance, but I need to report a serious issue.”

Mac’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What issue?”

Sophia stepped forward, her voice dripping with righteous indignation. “This man, Nathan has been pretending to be the chairman of Imperium Corp.”

Gasps rang out through the crowd.

Lucas nodded solemnly. “It’s true. He has been parading around, telling people that he won’t sign my deal—as if he has the authority to do so.” He turned to Mac Hilton with a concerned expression. “Sir, allowing frauds like him to roam around freely will only damage Imperium Corp’s reputation. I urge you to take action.”

Mac Hilton’s face darkened.

Pretending to be the chairman?

A nobody like this daring to claim such an outrageous lie?

The mere thought sent a flash of anger through him. His expression turned ice-cold. “You dare impersonate the chairman?” His voice was sharp and unwavering.

Nathan remained calm, but he said nothing.

To Mac, that silence was an admission of guilt.

“Someone like you should be punished for such arrogance.” Mac’s tone was final, absolute. He turned to the security guards stationed nearby and commanded, “Break his leg.”

The order sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Some people sucked in their breaths, while others looked away, not wanting to get involved.

Sophia and Lucas, however, were thrilled.

Sophia clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing with malicious delight. “Oh, finally! This is exactly what he deserves!”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “Enjoy crawling out of here, Nathan.”

Two burly security guards stepped forward, their grips tightening around their batons.

Nathan still didn’t move.

Just as one of the guards raised his baton—

“Stop.”

A sharp, authoritative voice rang through the hall, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Everyone turned in shock.

A man walked in, exuding an aura of power that sent a ripple of fear through those present.

Harper.

The general manager of Imperium Corp.

Mac Hilton, who had been so sure of himself just moments ago, instantly paled. His body stiffened, and without hesitation, he took a step back and bowed.

“General Manager Harper!” Mac’s tone shifted completely, his voice now laced with respect. “I-I wasn’t aware you would be arriving so soon.”

Lucas and Sophia froze in place.

Mac Hilton bowed to almost no one. For him to act so deferentially toward Harper… Just who the hell was she?

Harper didn’t even glance at Mac, and her cold eyes landed on Nathan, who just had a smirk on his face.

A flicker of realization sparked in Mac Hilton’s mind, his face draining of color. Something was very wrong…