Chapter 7
When the plane touched down on foreign tarmac, I stared out at the unfamiliar landscape, feeling like I’d crossed into another lifetime.
The moment I walked out of the gate, I spotted my father’s slightly stooped figure.
The business titan who’d once commanded boardrooms now had completely gray temples. The second he saw me, his eyes immediately filled with tears.
Years ago, when the Sinclair Group expanded overseas, I’d stubbornly stayed behind to marry Theo, defying my father and even cutting ties with the family completely.
It had been six years since I’d seen any of them.
“Dad…” I choked out, throwing myself into his arms.
“I was such a terrible daughter… I actually abandoned my family for that piece of shit Theo Camden.”
Father held me tight, not reproaching me for my past stubbornness. He just said, “My sweetie,it’s good to have you
home.”
Tears streamed down my face as I finally understood–only by my parents‘ side could I find my true home.
I’d been such a fucking fool before, mistaking Theo Camden–who divorced me seven times for his precious first love–for my family.
In the car, Father told me, “I’ve acquired 17% of Camden Industries‘ shares.”
I shook my head. “Dad,you don’t need to get revenge for me.”
“I want to handle my own scores myself.”
“It’s not revenge.”
Dad looked at me seriously.
“It’s a homecoming gift for you taking over our family business.”
Three years later…
“Ms. Sinclair, here’s the Q3 financial report–net profit is up 65% year–over–year.”
My secretary respectfully handed me the documents.
Dressed in a tailored suit, I stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking the entire financial district.
In three years, I’d worked my way up from the ground floor and now helmed Sinclair Group.
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The company’s market value had tripled, and even the Financial Times called me the “Midas Touch of Business.”
Meanwhile, Camden Industries was going to hell.
Theo Camden was losing sleep over plummeting stock prices.
He’d never stopped looking for me all these years. Until today, when he saw me at Sinclair Group’s annual conference, representing both my father and the company.
Theo Camden stared at the 85–inch LCD screen on the wall.
After three years, the woman on screen wore the latest heels, her sharply tailored suit making her shoulders look sharp as blades.
When the camera zoomed in on her signing documents, the wedding ring he’d once custom–made for her was nowhere to be seen.
“Book me the next flight to New York. Now.”
As he grabbed his suit jacket, he knocked over his coffee cup. The dark brown liquid spread across the third quarter’s loss reports, creating a disturbingly vivid stain.
“No–file for a flight plan. I’m taking my private jet.”
His assistant frantically tried to stop him.
“But in half an hour you have that meeting with the bank…”
“Get the fuck out!”
Theo’s roar made the entire secretarial floor fall silent.
He stared at the screen showing me shaking hands with foreign trade officials, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently.
“Tell Finance to raise the interest on the stock collateral to the bank by another two points.”
When the Gulfstream G650 broke through the clouds, I was in the hotel‘ executive lounge, signing for a special delivery.
I unwrapped the protective foam to find seven marriage certificates and seven divorce papers gleaming mockingly under the lights.
Camilla’s note from LA was tucked between them“He said if he collected all of these, you’d change your mind.”
I gently pressed the call button and smiled at the approaching server. “Please put these through the shredder.”
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