Her Husband Defended His Mistress After She Drenched Her Dress — Until the Board Bowed to His Wife as the New CEO

Chloe smoothed her cream silk blouse, holding her head high as she smirked at Sarah’s stained white blazer. She adjusted the stolen white-gold watch on her wrist, letting the diamond bezel catch the bright overhead lights.

"You heard your husband, Sarah," Chloe scoffed, taking Julian’s arm with possessive intimacy. "You're embarrassing him. Security is going to escort you out if you keep making a scene in front of the board."

Julian adjusted his grey tie, looking down his nose at Sarah with cold disdain. "I told you weeks ago to stay out of corporate affairs. You don't belong on the executive floor, Sarah. Go home, clean your dress, and let real executives handle business."

Sarah didn't flinch. She didn't raise her voice, nor did she shed a single tear. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a linen handkerchief, and calmly wiped a green tea droplet from her leather briefcase.

"You really believe this floor belongs to you, don't you, Julian?" Sarah asked in a smooth, icy whisper that made the surrounding staff shiver.

"It belongs to the people who bring results!" Julian snapped, stepping closer to her face. "I am announcing a fifty-million-dollar merger today. After 9:30 AM, I am running Whitmore Holdings. You are just a housewife living off my corporate salary!"

A sharp chime echoed through the lobby as the silver "Executive Floor" elevator doors slid open with a soft mechanical hiss.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted instantly from tense gossip to dead silence. Stepping out of the elevator was Board Chairman Arthur Vance—a formidable seventy-year-old corporate titan flanked by four senior board members holding official appointment folders.

Julian immediately straightened his suit jacket, pasting a fake, confident smile across his face as he stepped forward to greet the chairman.