From Trophy Wife to Power Heiress

Soon, the delivery inspection began.

Jenson didn't even bother lifting his gaze. He simply reached out with a gloved hand and lightly ran his fingers across the surface of one of the robot shells.

Beneath the glossy paint, the uneven texture showed through immediately.

"Mr. Anderson, the quality of this batch seems quite different from the sample."

The smile on Perry's face froze. He rushed forward, staring at the flaws in disbelief.

How could this happen?

Clinging to the last shred of composure, he forced out through gritted teeth, "So you're just giving up the deposit?"

Only then did Jenson look up. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes cold and unreadable.

"You might want to ask Ms. Dawson about that. She said Black Group and Anderson Corporation are friends, and that friends don't need deposits."

Perry whipped his head toward Faye, his expression filled with accusation.

Faye flinched, then quickly grabbed his sleeve, her voice turning soft and teary.

"Cocoa… I was just trying to save you the trouble. I don't really understand all those formalities…"

Perry instinctively reached out to comfort her, but before he could say anything, Faye had already found someone else to blame. She pointed straight at me, her tone suddenly firm.

"Wanda must've done something! She's jealous that I helped you land the deal, so she sabotaged the production on purpose!"

Perry latched onto that like it was his only way out. He immediately followed her lead, turning to the crowd with a look of outrage.

"Wanda, I knew it was you! Just to undermine Faye, you planted someone inside the company to mess with production. That's low, even for you!"

In an instant, everyone in the room turned toward me, their gazes filled with disdain, judgment, and curiosity.

A few of my father's old associates stepped forward, ready to speak, but I stopped them with a look.

No rush. The real show had just begun.

Jenson ignored Perry completely. Under everyone's stunned gaze, he walked past him and came straight toward me.

Then, right there in front of everyone, he stepped forward and presented the evaluation report to me with both hands, his posture almost reverent.

"Ms. Black, all products have been inspected. Please make your decision."

The entire hall fell silent. It was so quiet that it felt like everyone had stopped breathing.

I took the report from him slowly. I didn't even glance at it. With a flick of my wrist, I threw it straight down at Perry's feet.

The papers were scattered across the floor.

"That billion-dollar order from my dad was meant to give you a chance, Perry. A favor out of old ties." I looked at him coldly while enunciating, "And this is how you repay it? Handing me a pile of scrap metal like I wouldn't notice?"

The color drained from Perry's face, shifting from flushed red to ghostly pale.