Chapter 10
“You didn't make a mistake, Julian,” I replied, looking down at him with pure, untainted indifference.
“You looked me in the eye tonight and told me you needed a woman with real presence.”
“You left me bleeding over dirty dishes so you could take your mistress to a gala.”
“You wanted to look successful.”
“How do you look now?”
I turned my back on him, gesturing for the guards to drag him out of the main hall into the waiting police vans.
The press swarmed the entrance, capturing footage of the fallen CEO being thrown onto Fifth Avenue in his ruined tux.
By midnight, the news of the scandal was trending number one across every social media platform in the United States.
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Julian’s face was on the front page of every major financial newspaper under the headline: “The Ultimate Impostor.”
I returned to my Greenwich estate in the back of my Maybach, enjoying the quiet luxury of absolute freedom.
