“Delia, what brings you here?” Isabelle let go of Nathan’s hand like nothing happened.
“Nathan and I just came by to check on Uncle-heard there was something going on.
Don’t get the wrong idea, okay?”
Nathan’s expression twitched slightly, but he quickly put on a calm front.
He took a step closer, his gaze gentle and full of meaning.
“Delia, you came to Fleming Group…
were you hoping to see me?”
If it had been before, Delia might’ve hesitated at his affectionate look; maybe even questioned herself.
But this life?
She’d seen right through these two phonies.
Quietly, with a cold, unreadable stare, she watched them like they were performing some bad skit.
Benjamin, who had already heard all about Nathan from Curtis, couldn’t help but snicker from the side.
He rolled his eyes.
“Delia is Mr.
Stockton’s lawful wife, and the owner of Fleming Group.”
“So please, a little self-respect.
Not just anyone can cozy up to her like that.”
“Who the hell are you?” Nathan’s face flushed in embarrassment.
Getting called out for being shady right to his face didn’t exactly feel great.
He looked at Delia with a wounded expression.
“Delia, we’re just worried about you…”
Still, Delia said nothing.
In her past life, she might’ve fallen for their act.
But not now.
She wasn’t anyone’s fool anymore.
“Didn’t you hear?
I’m Curtis’s wife,” she said flatly, giving Nathan a quick up-down look of disgust.
“So stop pretending we’re close-I don’t want my husband getting the wrong idea.”
“Delia!” Isabelle’s eyes went wide, instinctively clutching Nathan’s sleeve.
Nathan didn’t fare much better-shock and anger all over his face.
How could she just publicly claim to be Curtis’s wife?
She used to hate him!
Wasn’t she planning to file for divorce?
And wasn’t she supposed to be some clueless trust fund princess who knew nothing about business?
Delia watched the dramatic reactions play out across their faces, heart surging with bitter resentment.
These two had taken her trust and drained her dry.
She forced herself not to explode on the spot, slowly rising from the main seat.
“Since everyone’s here, saves me the trouble of calling you in,” she said with a sharp smile.
“Isabelle, Nathan-you’re both fired.
Grab your stuff and leave.
Now.”
“Fired?” they gasped in unison.
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So when she bluntly kicked them out, fear wasn’t their first response-outrage was.
“Delia, how can you say that!” Isabelle jumped in first, looking like she’d burst into tears at any second.
Like Delia had committed some unspeakable crime.
“What did we do to deserve this?
We’ve always been looking out for you…”
“Delia, it’s not funny throwing around termination threats.
Even if we’re not top performers, we’ve worked hard.
You can’t just fire us out of nowhere!” Nathan added quickly, his tone all earnest and serious.
Delia’s smile deepened, though she didn’t waste her breath arguing.
She shut them down with one line: “Because you’re useless and taking up space.”
“You-!” Nathan’s face turned beet red with rage at the blunt insult.
Isabelle realized her emotional antics weren’t working, and a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
“Sis, don’t you remember?
You were the one who pushed for it back then.
You said Nathan had talent and insisted on promoting him over everyone else!”
At those words, Benjamin, who stood beside Delia, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
He looked absolutely stunned, no attempt to hide it.
No way…
Seriously, Delia?
You had that kind of taste?
This guy?
Talented?
Please.
But even with her past slapped in her face publicly, Delia didn’t show a trace of embarrassment.
Instead, her expression looked like she’d just stepped in something disgusting.
She didn’t even bother glancing at Nathan.
“Heh.” A cold laugh escaped her lips.
“Yeah, back then, I was blind and foolish.
Took trash for treasure.”
“Got swooned by fake charm and a couple of flattering lines.”
She shut her eyes for a beat.
“But now, I see things clearly.
Curtis is the one who truly cares for me.
He’s the one worth holding on to.”
A flash of panic darted through Isabelle’s eyes.
She couldn’t understand.
Didn’t Delia use to be hopelessly devoted to Nathan?
How did she turn into someone completely unrecognizable overnight?
“Delia, come on, wake up!
Don’t let Curtis trick you!” Edward suddenly shouted.
That damn girl must’ve been fed some nonsense by Curtis again.
Still, he forged ahead.
“Think carefully, okay?
I just don’t want to see you get misled.”
If this were the Delia from her past life, she’d already be storming off to confront Curtis in a rage.
But now, she just listened quietly.
Rather than fury, what rose inside her was a cold, quiet mockery.
Oh, not this crap again.
Last time, these were exactly the lies that drove her to wreck everything…the lies that made her lash out at Curtis.
Like a total fool, she let the real villains call the shots-all the way to her downfall.
Looking back now?
It was a sick joke.
Edward, that scheming snake desperate to take everything from her.
“Are you done yet?” Her voice was calm, almost bored.
Edward froze, the rest of his well-rehearsed speeches stuck in his throat.
Delia tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk curling on her lips.
“Did you really think I was that dumb?”
“Delia, let me explain,” Edward blurted, clearly rattled.
“I never meant anything bad…”
“Enough,” she cut him off, tone icy.
“I don’t have time for your crap.”
“Leave.
Now.
Fleming Group doesn’t welcome you anymore, and your opinions?
They don’t matter here.”
“Sis!” Isabelle cried out, her voice catching as real tears welled up.
Her pale face made her look even more pitiful.
“We’re your family!
Did Curtis say something?
He’s always looked down on our side of the family…”
Same lines she’d heard over and over in her last life.
She almost burst out laughing.
The nerve.
Playing the victim while scheming for her inheritance.
But she didn’t call them out just yet.
No-this wasn’t the moment.
She needed stronger proof.
“I said get out.
Are you deaf?” Delia said bluntly, no interest in sparing their dignity.
She had zero patience left for those who played dumb and blind.
Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but Benjamin had already risen to his feet and gestured toward the door.
“That’s enough.
Time to leave.”
Jason stepped forward immediately, security guards following close behind.
Isabelle trembled with fury, her tears finally spilling over.