Chapter 8: The Revocation Order

“Natalie Sinclair is the sole heiress and supreme Chairwoman of the entire Sinclair Consortium,” Lucas declared firmly over the phone. “The woman you called a penniless parasite was the very person who built your company from day one.”

Silence filled the office—a suffocating, terrifying silence.

Ethan’s phone nearly dropped from his hand. Blood drained completely from his face, leaving him deathly pale.

“N-No… no, that’s a lie!” Chloe shrieked in denial. “Natalie is just an uneducated housewife! She wore cheap clothes! She cooked dinner for Ethan every single day! How could she be the head of Sinclair Consortium?!”

“She wore humble clothes because she believed in love and humility,” Lucas sneered. “She cooked for Ethan because she cared for him. But since you two mistook her kindness for weakness and demanded she kneel to a mistress, Chairwoman Sinclair has reclaimed her throne.”

Lucas’s voice hardened into steel. “By the way, Ethan, Sinclair’s legal team has already filed a notice to freeze Carter Group’s bank accounts due to default on your seventy-million-dollar loan. Have a nice day.”

Click.

The call ended.

Before Ethan could process the nightmare, his secretary rushed back into the room, tears rolling down her face.

“Mr. Carter! Our stock is plummeting! Shareholders are dumping Carter Group stock in a panic!”

Ethan sprinted to his computer monitor. The red lines were plunging off the cliff of the stock chart.

-20%… -40%… -65%!

“My money! My company!” Ethan screamed, clutching his chest as he struggled to breathe.

“Ethan! What do we do?!” Chloe grabbed his arm in terror. “If the company goes under, what about my diamond ring? What about our luxury penthouse?!”

“Shut up!” Ethan violently shoved Chloe away, sending her stumbling onto the couch. “You stupid woman! If you hadn’t insisted on humiliating Natalie at the party last night, none of this would have happened!”