Lindy promised herself—one day, she'd return the humiliation she suffered today.
The thought only fueled her desire. Her ambitions burned hotter than ever.
But the moment she looked up, her smile froze.
Luke wasn't following Dexie to the Civil Affairs Office to finalize their divorce.
He was walking back toward the building, his face dark, unreadable.
Lindy's eyes dimmed for a second, but she quickly gathered herself.
When Luke got close, she leaned in, her expression soft and hurt, fishing for sympathy.
"Mr. Huxley Dawson…" she whispered.
Luke stared at her, silent.
Lindy's heart jumped. His silence… that was a good sign, right?
Her cheeks flushed with excitement. She clenched her fists to hide it.
He must like me.
Why else didn't he defend Dexie earlier? His silence… wasn't that his quiet admission?
Lindy could already picture it—her, Mrs. Huxley Dawson.
But the next second, Luke's voice cut through her fantasy. Cold. Sharp.
"What did you say to Dexie when she came here?"
Lindy's heart skipped a beat. Panic bubbled up.
"I… I didn't say anything. She called me a bitch… said you didn't go home all day because… because of me…"
She stammered, her fear clashing with the tiny shred of pride in her voice.
Luke didn't answer. He simply walked past her.
For a moment, Lindy thought maybe he believed her…
Until she heard him say to Weldon,
"Send her to the Finance Department. Let her collect her back pay. After that, make sure she leaves Huxley Dawson Corporation. For good."
Lindy's face drained of color.
She spun around, reaching for him.
"Mr… Mr. Huxley Dawson!"
But Weldon blocked her path. Calm. Ruthless.
"Mr. Huxley Dawson doesn't like troublemakers," Weldon said flatly.
"We've got plenty of secretaries to take him to dinner. You weren't special."
The truth hit her harder than the words.
Weldon arranged those dinners… not Luke.
Weldon's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with mockery.
"Mrs. Huxley Dawson was right. You are as dumb as a pig. And the dumbest part? You thought you could fool him. You just wasted your only chance to be honest."
Lindy's legs felt weak. Her arrogance collapsed into fear.
Getting fired wasn't the scary part.
The real nightmare?
Mr. Huxley Dawson fired her.
What major company would ever hire her now?
Her mind spun. She couldn't accept it. Couldn't believe it.
Didn't Luke hate his wife?
Why… why defend Dexie?
"Mr… Mr. Weldon…" Lindy's voice trembled. "I… I know I was wrong… please… I won't do it again…"
Weldon didn't even blink.
"It's too late."
Lindy's heart dropped.
And in that moment, she realized…
Huxley Dawson wasn't just a company.
It was a battlefield.
And she'd already lost.
Weldon wasn't stupid enough to offend his already frustrated boss by siding with someone like Lindy.
He used to think the women working at Huxley Dawson Corporation had at least some common sense.
Clearly, he'd overestimated them.
Ambition made them reckless.
And today? It made Lindy stupid.
Weldon's eyes stayed cold as he told her,
"You'd better leave quietly. If you make a scene, security will throw you out. It'll be ugly."
"Mr. Weldon! Please—"
Lindy's voice cracked with desperation, but it was too late.
The Shaw Lounge was packed with employees, watching the show.
No one stepped in to help her.
Why would they?
Earlier, Lindy strutted around like she owned the place, thinking two dinners with the president made her special.
Now? She was a joke.
No one wanted to be dragged down with her.
Weldon turned away and stepped into the elevator, but the unease in his chest didn't fade.
His boss's cold, stormy face hovered in his mind.
And something else nagged at him…
Why was Mrs. Huxley Dawson so desperate for a divorce?
What Weldon didn't know was… Dexie wasn't exactly happy about it either.
Just as the elevator doors slid shut, his phone rang.
Dexie.
She only called when she couldn't reach Luke.
But today? The tension in the air shifted.
Weldon hesitated.
A secretary rushed over.
"Mr. Weldon, the president is looking for you."
"…Alright."
He shoved the ringing phone into his pocket and headed to the office.
The moment Luke spotted the caller ID, his icy stare could've frozen the room.
Weldon quickly held out the phone.
"It's… It's Mrs. Huxley Dawson."
Luke's face darkened, his jaw clenched tight.
Weldon thought he was good at reading his boss. But right now? He wasn't so sure.
"Should I… answer it?" he asked cautiously.
The phone kept ringing.
The tension thickened like fog.
Luke's eyes were storms barely contained.
"Answer it," he snapped.
Weldon obeyed, switching to speaker.
Dexie's sharp, impatient voice cut through the room.
"Mr. Weldon, tell Luke my time isn't his to waste. If he doesn't have time for a divorce today, he needs to say when. I don't have patience for games."
Weldon broke into a cold sweat. He glanced nervously at Luke, but his boss stayed silent.
"Uh… Mrs. Huxley Dawson," Weldon stammered. "Mr. Huxley Dawson is… very busy today. Important matters. Please, wait a little longer. I'll ask him when he's free…"
"Fine. But tell him to hurry up. No need to waste time over something as simple as a divorce."
Weldon opened his mouth but froze as Luke snatched the phone.
"Dexie—"
The line went dead.
Dexie had hung up before he could finish.
Luke's face darkened even further. His expression turned terrifying.
Weldon stood frozen, a chill creeping down his spine.
Dexie had never hung up on Luke before.
The tension snapped like a breaking wire.
Luke's frustration boiled over.
That damn woman… she really dared to turn her back on him.