Unwanted Wife, Hidden Genius: Her Rise As A Tech Queen

A hint of amusement slipped into Jillian's tone as she spoke. "You claim she's terrified of fire, yet she carries a lighter?"

With tears gathering in her eyes, Melany lifted her gaze toward him. "Dennis, how could I possibly keep something like that on me? You understand me better than anyone."

In truth, Melany had experienced a fire in her dormitory back in Cletolia shortly before graduation, but the incident had left her voice intact.

After discovering the situation between Dennis and Jillian, she used that past event to pretend to lose her voice so she could take Jillian's place.

To make the deception more believable, she even exposed her vocal cords to thick smoke on purpose and caused damage to them.

Because she knew Jillian had a fear of fire, she carefully mirrored that same fear whenever she was around Dennis.

Every detail had been planned with precision, and the story she built supported her act from every angle.

With everything arranged so perfectly, she was confident that no matter what Jillian said, Dennis would remain on her side.

That thought brought a faint curve to her lips, though it was barely noticeable.

At the same time, Dennis had already reached his own judgment.

To Dennis, Melany's voice had been ruined by an accidental fire, and since that day, she had avoided anything related to flames.

From his perspective, Jillian's claims sounded completely fabricated.

With a dismissive glance in Jillian's direction, he let out a scoff. "It's only a patent. Do you really need to push things this far?"

Upon hearing his response, Melany hid a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

Frustration welled up inside Jillian, and she could no longer hold it back. "So this is what you think of me?"

A colder edge slipped into his voice as Dennis answered, "You would do anything to get what you want. Was that not how you managed to marry me?"

In his mind, their marriage would never have happened if she hadn't influenced his grandfather.

A sharp ache spread through Jillian's chest as she realized how he truly saw her.

Tears gathered in her eyes, yet she forced herself to speak with defiance. "You were the one who promised that you would marry me first!"

Dennis's face hardened. He had only ever said that to Melany.

In a cold tone, he dismissed her claim. "Now you're trying to justify yourself? You're simply imagining things."

Those words hit Jillian so hard that she went completely still. By dismissing everything as her imagination, he erased every moment they had once shared.

When she met his gaze, no words came to her, and silence took over.

Sensing the conversation was moving toward a direction she dreaded, Melany stepped in before things could continue, casually saying that she didn't feel well.

Dennis supported her and led her downstairs so she could rest.

Left alone at last, Jillian lost the strength to remain upright and sank onto the bed.

At first, she meant to gather her belongings before leaving, but in the end, she only took the keepsake her mother had left her and walked away.

Carefully, she arranged the house keys, her bank cards, and the ring on the bedside table, and she left behind a short note.

Early the next morning, a servant rushed to inform Dennis and brought him to the master bedroom, pointing toward the bedside table. "Sir, Mrs. Miller must have left sometime after midnight. These were left behind."

Reaching for the note, Dennis unfolded it and read the message. "Since we are ending this marriage, it's better to part cleanly. I'm returning everything to you."

First she paraded another man to get a rise out of him. That failed, so now she was playing the separation card?

Tightening his grip on the note, Dennis gave nothing away, and his expression remained impossible to read.

Without another glance, he tucked it into a drawer and headed downstairs for breakfast.

By the time he arrived, Melany was already waiting at the dining table.

After the "scare" from the fire the night before, she had stayed overnight at Aurora Mansion instead of leaving.

Taking his seat, Dennis settled across from her in silence.

As if something had just come to mind, Melany looked at him and brought up a request. "Dennis, I heard you have Dr. Hadley's personal contact. Could you introduce me to him?"

A slight crease formed between his brows as he responded, "I'm not particularly close to him."

"Could you at least help me meet him? Dennis, I plan to pursue a doctorate, and I truly want Dr. Hadley to take me under his wing and guide me through my dissertation. I have always looked up to him!" Melany spoke in a gentle, pleading tone that carried a hint of insistence.

In reality, she didn't admire Dr. Hadley at all.

What she really wanted was to take advantage of his name, because his reputation would keep anyone from doubting her academic credentials.

With an air of indifference, Dennis gave a casual reply. "I'll let my assistant handle it and get in touch."

At one point, the Miller Group tried to bring Dr. Hadley in as their technical advisor. However, he turned them down without even showing up, and he only left behind a number they could contact.

According to what people said, Dr. Hadley was already in his fifties or sixties, and his personality leaned toward being traditional and inflexible.

**

Following her departure from Aurora Mansion, Jillian checked into a hotel for the time being.

Most days found herself at the law firm, and she focused on reaching out to witnesses while also arranging important communication records.

Outside of work, she spent her remaining hours searching for a place that would suit her needs.

On one particular day, she decided to dine at Crown Restaurant.

As she waited for her order to arrive, she signed in to Dr. Hadley's email account.

Handling technical inquiries through that email had become part of her routine.

After replying to several messages, her attention was caught by one sent by the Miller Group two days earlier.

"Dr. Hadley, our CEO, Mr. Miller, hopes to invite you to a dinner held in your honor. He wishes to personally thank you for the support you have given the Group throughout the years. We would like to ask if you might have time available in the near future."

Throughout these years, she placed the Miller Group's technical concerns first, and she assisted them through email whenever she could.

So now Dennis intended to thank her for that?

Earlier, Leland had urged her to handle everything in private, since reclaiming the patent remained her main priority.

Taking the matter to court would only drag things out and waste time.

Even before this, Jillian had already intended to meet Dennis, and now it was a good chance to do that.

Without hesitation, she sent a quick reply. "I'm free, so please let me know the time and location."

Not long after, a message came through. "Crown Restaurant, tonight at seven. Will that suit your schedule?"

By coincidence, she was already dining at that place, so she answered at once, "That works for me."

A moment later, the private room number was sent over.

Since there was still time left, she reached out to Leland and asked him to come along as her lawyer.

As she waited, she returned to her emails and continued working through them.

At the same time, Dennis had already booked the most extravagant private room at Crown Restaurant, and he made sure everything was arranged to leave a strong impression.

Soon, a knock sounded at the door.

Filled with anticipation, Melany pushed herself toward the entrance. "That should be Dr. Hadley."