Chapter 3

I didn't answer the host, walking directly to the podium.

My heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the polished floor.

Each step echoed, striking a chord in Alex and Chloe's hearts.

The host on stage looked a little flustered, instinctively trying to stop me.

I merely gave him a look, and he pulled his hand back.

I took the microphone from him.

"Hello, everyone."

My voice, amplified through the speakers, filled the entire room, clear and steady.

"First, I'd like to thank Mr. Davis for his excellent question earlier."

I paused, my gaze sweeping past everyone, landing precisely on my husband, Alex.

"Secondly, I'd like to add a point to Mr. Miller's recent statement."

I turned to face Chloe, whose face had already started to pale, and smiled.

"Ms. Young, I'm delighted that you have such a deep understanding of the South Side Project. As the original creator of this project, I am truly gratified."

*Boom!* The entire room erupted into a stunned murmur.

Countless eyes darted between me, Alex, and Chloe.

Alex's face instantly turned ashen with fury.

"Aurora! What are you talking about!" he hissed in a low, furious whisper.

Chloe panicked too, hastily explaining: "No, everyone, don't listen to her nonsense, this proposal is mine…"

"Is it yours?" I cut her off.

I gestured for my assistant to connect my USB drive to the projector.

On the large screen behind me, Chloe's exquisite renderings vanished.

They were replaced by the original files from my computer.

Folder after folder, neatly arranged by date.

"This is the first conceptual model for the South Side Project, created in October of last year."

I clicked open the earliest folder, revealing rough sketches brimming with raw, original ideas.

"This is the first version, and this is the second version."

Each file I opened, Chloe's face grew a shade paler.

Finally, I clicked open the blueprint page for the "ecological sky bridge" core structure design.

"As for the ecological sky bridge that Ms. Young so proudly showcased, I have the complete data calculation process. Since you claim this was your inspiration, perhaps you can explain it to everyone?"

All eyes in the room shot towards Chloe.

She stood there, her lips trembling, her meticulously made-up face flushed crimson, unable to utter a single word.

She wouldn't understand any of it.

Alex finally couldn't sit still. He quickly strode onto the stage.

"Enough, Aurora!" he squeezed out, his voice laced with a warning, "Is this a company internal matter you have to cause a scene about here?"

He wanted to dismiss it as a marital dispute and an internal company problem.

"Internal matter?" I picked up the microphone. "Mr. Miller, have you forgotten how you publicly assessed me just now?"

He choked.

Immediately, he tried to compose himself and turned to the client representatives in the audience, attempting to smooth things over.

"Everyone, my apologies, this is just a private matter between my wife and me."

"Private matter?" I held up the microphone. "Director Miller claimed that he spent the past few days in a neighboring city conducting final on-site inspections for the South Side Project."

I paused, watching his eyes widen in terror.

"But I just received news that Director Miller and his intern have been staying in the Presidential Suite at the Ritz-Carlton here in the city for the past few days. I wonder what 'project' the two of you were 'inspecting' in the hotel?"

At the same time, I played the security video from the sex toy store.

The sex toys in their hands made the entire room erupt into chaos.