Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1920

"Mr. Nicholls, I've checked everything. This USB drive contains the stolen core files and the dates match perfectly."

Kristen stood there, her face blank.

At this point, she knew she could no longer stay at Nicholls Group.

Nathaniel felt a chill in his heart, his expression growing colder.

"Since you did this, why did you frame Mavis?"

Kristen chortled. "Isn't it obvious? It was all because of you. Mavis is your wife. How could I compete with her? The only way to beat her was to destroy your opinion of her. It's her own fault for being stupid. Even when things got this bad, she still chose to fight you head-on. If I were her, I wouldn't have done that. Now you see, I'm just that shameless."

There was none of Kristen's usual gentle tone in her voice.

Nathaniel's eyes grew even colder.

"Resign voluntarily. However, I'll keep my promise. You saved my life, so you can stay in Svelton. Consider the apartment a thank-you for that."

From now on, he would not involve himself in her affairs.

Kristen's emotions were stirred.

She shook her head and said, "No, I don't want to stay. Just process it the usual way."

Nathaniel's blue eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm just a stand-in. Staying here won't get me anything."

"Alright, then leave. I'll handle the board. Just disappear quickly."

Kristen smiled. "Then let's part on good terms."

She turned and walked toward the door, but halfway there, tears started streaming down her face.

As Nathaniel lit a cigarette, he saw her suddenly rush back to him, clinging to his arm, quietly sobbing.

He did not move, his face emotionless.

Through her tears, Kristen whispered, "There's one more thing I must tell you. Be careful of the Nicholls Group's enemies."

"Interesting," he remarked with a cold sneer, not the least bit concerned.

When his bodyguards located the culprits, they found the middle-aged men enjoying themselves in a nightclub, surrounded by young women.

They were hauled before Nathaniel, barely dressed.

In the private room, Nathaniel sat with a glass of red wine, his long legs crossed, watching them with a bemused expression.

These men were recent additions to the company's shareholders.

They had heard about Nicholls Group's promising software development and had eagerly invested.

Nathaniel was not impressed with them but agreed to their investment to secure the necessary funding for the company's next big project.

Smiling, Nathaniel addressed the three men. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Truman. I didn't expect you to be so impatient. The Nicholls Group is still doing well, yet you're already trying to sneak your shares out."

His tone was light, almost casual, but his words carried a hint of threat that made three men shiver.