My Ex-Wife's Secret System
Chapter 4
Jessica Benson walked into the boardroom with her heels clicking too loudly. Ten chairs. Two filled. And neither one looked pleased to see her.
"Where's the rest of the board?" she asked, forcing her shoulders back.
The CFO, Jeremy Lin, checked his phone. "Pulled out this morning. Said they weren't confident with current leadership."
"I am current leadership."
He didn't answer. The other man-an investor from Kensington Capital-sighed and stood.
"Jessica, we've respected your family for years. But Benson Group has lost $8 million in assets in under a month. Your father is in the hospital. Your fiancé is unreachable. And now, someone's buying up your company from the shadows."
Her hands tightened at her sides. "What do you mean someone's buying-"
"An anonymous investor acquired 8.1% yesterday," Jeremy cut in. "Possibly more today. Through multiple shell companies. Someone wants Benson Group-and fast."
Jessica blinked. "That's impossible."
"Nothing's impossible when your books are bleeding," the investor muttered. "Get your house in order. Or the house will fall."
They left.
Just like that.
Jessica collapsed into the nearest chair, legs shaking.
Michael hadn't returned her messages in three days.
Her father was still unconscious.
And now the company was slipping from her fingers like sand.
Where the hell are you, Michael?
-----
Outside the boardroom, her assistant approached nervously. "There's a man waiting downstairs. Says he wants to discuss a silent merger."
"Who?"
"He wouldn't give his name. Just handed me this."
Jessica took the envelope. Inside: one sentence, typed on plain white paper.
You're being watched.
----
Meanwhile, across the city, Adrian sat quietly in a second-floor coffee shop above an antique store. The system pulsed softly in his head.
Surveillance Access: Benson Group Intranet – 73% Synced.
Board Meeting Audio Acquired.
He listened to Jeremy Lin's voice crackle through the feed. Heard the panic behind Jessica's tone. The strain in her words.
She was spiraling.
But not from grief-from exposure.
Michael hadn't just used her. He'd abandoned her when the storm hit.
"System," Adrian said quietly. "Track Michael Kane's last known location."
Tracking... Accessing public and encrypted data streams... Match found.
Michael Kane: Booked a one-way ticket to Macau three nights ago. No return.
Of course.
"Coward," Adrian muttered.
New Mission Unlocked: Do Nothing. Reward: Legacy Patent Access (Unsealed).
----
In the hospital, Jessica stared at her father's pale face.
The monitors beeped steadily, but it felt more like a countdown.
"I can't lose you too," she whispered. "Not now. Not when everything's falling apart."
She reached for his hand.
"Please... wake up."
Her phone buzzed. Another investor withdrawal.
She opened her email to see two sponsorships canceled. Her inbox was turning into a battlefield of retreating allies.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Michael walked in.
Jessica shot to her feet. "Where the hell have you been?"
He didn't meet her eyes. "Out."
"For three days?"
"I had things to handle."
She stared at him like she didn't recognize him. "You disappeared. Left me to face all of this alone. The board. The media. My father-"
He cut her off. "Your father's not my problem."
That stung.
Hard.
"You said you'd protect this company."
Michael shrugged. "It's a sinking ship. I'm just not planning to drown with it."
Jessica slapped him.
A sharp, echoing sound in the quiet room.
He didn't even react.
"Go to hell," she whispered.
"You're already there," he said coldly, and walked out.
Adrian heard the slap through the surveillance mic.
For a second, his chest tightened.
Not in sympathy-for her-but in memory.
He remembered what it felt like to be discarded, underestimated.
And now?
Now she was the one being left behind.
The system chimed again:
Emotional Metrics Logged. Subject: Jessica Benson. Status: Breaking Point Approaching.
He leaned back in his chair and opened a new folder.
Inside: purchase orders, patents, and a single name highlighted in red.
Jeremy Lin. CFO. Mole confirmed.
Time to act.
But quietly.
----
Jessica sat alone in her father's office, the sun setting behind the glass windows. Everything looked gray.
His suit still hung behind the door.
Her hand touched the frame of a family photo-her father, her mother, and herself as a child. Smiling. Before all this.
She remembered how often Adrian had warned her about Jeremy. About Michael. About blind trust.
Back then, she'd told him he was paranoid.
God, how wrong she'd been.
She opened her laptop. A strange notification blinked on her dashboard.
Warning: Internal access log breached from unknown IP.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Is someone watching me...?"
Across the screen, Adrian's system pulsed again.
Surveillance Threshold Reached. Further activity risks exposure.
Recommendation: Withdraw and consolidate.
He exited the feed.
Silence returned.
Then the system delivered something new.
Asset Update: 10% additional stake acquired in Benson Group via Shell Node 04.
Current Ownership: 18.1%. Status: Undetected.
He exhaled slowly.
Jessica was still looking for a savior.
But he wasn't coming back to save her.
He was coming back to take everything.
Jessica sat in her car outside the hospital.
Exhausted. Alone. Drenched in headlines and betrayal.
Her phone buzzed again.
An alert from the stock exchange.
She opened it.
Notice: An additional 10% of Benson Group has been acquired. Owner: Confidential.
Her heart stopped.
18%. Nearly a quarter of her family's company... gone.
To someone she couldn't see.
Someone moving in silence.
And for the first time, Jessica whispered aloud-
"...Is it you, Adrian?"
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