He Cheated On Me Thinking My Wealth Was His—So I Kicked Him Out of the Billionaire Game Chapter 08
The assistant lowered his head.
Elliott laid down the law, point by point.
“Notify the board. Nine a.m. tomorrow.”
“Freeze all of Julian Chase’s stock dividends.”
“Suspend every project under his name.”
“Cora Mills took money from the Whitmores over the years. Scholarships. Medical bills. Rent. A property down payment. Itemize every single cent.”
“She likes stealing from my sister so much?”
“Then let her learn.”
“How to pay it back.”
The next morning at nine, the emergency board meeting started on time.
In the conference room, the few people Julian had promoted over the years all looked uneasy.
Someone tested the waters.
“Mr. Whitmore, Julian is Ms. Whitmore’s husband.”
“And she’s pregnant. If this gets too big, it won’t look good for the family.”
Elliott lifted his eyes.
“Won’t look good?”
“He committed unlawful imprisonment against my sister. Did he ever think about how that would look?”
The man went silent immediately.
Elliott slammed a stack of documents onto the center of the table.
“Call the police. File charges. Whatever needs to be recovered, recover it. Whoever needs to go in, goes in.”
Someone else tried to speak.
Elliott looked at him.
“Anyone who begs for Julian gets investigated too.”
After that, no one said a word.
Half an hour later, a video spread across the entire city. Julian Chase, blocked at the company entrance.
People used to call him Mr. Chase.
Now, he couldn’t even get through the Whitmore Group’s front door.
He waited outside for two hours. Security finally showed him the door.
Cora had it even worse.
Elliott didn’t hit her. Didn’t yell at her.
He just laid out everything she’d ever taken from the Whitmores.
When the lawyer’s letter arrived, she completely froze.
She threw a tantrum that lasted for hours.
But Julian was too busy trying to save himself. His own mess was swallowing him whole. He didn’t have
time for her.
The day I was discharged, the sun was bright.
I’d just reached the hospital lobby when a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Elise Whitmore!”
Cora came out of nowhere.
Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot.
She wore a wrinkled dress. Nothing like the polished, obedient girl she used to be.
The security guards moved immediately, but she was fast.
A fruit knife. Pressed right against my throat.
The lobby erupted in screams.
“Don’t come any closer!”
“One more step and I’ll kill her!”
