My Fiancée Betrayed Me, Not Knowing I’m the Heir

But right then, a bad feeling rose in my chest. I quickly asked, “Spencer, didn’t I tell you to drive home? Why are we here?”

Spencer turned his head toward me, and the kind look he usually had was gone. His face was cold, carrying a malice that made my heart sink.

“I’m sorry, sir Weston. As an elder of the family, I feel it’s my duty to teach you that you must take responsibility for your own mistakes.”

As I looked at him, I finally understood why Reid’s face had seemed familiar to me earlier; he was Spencer’s son.

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone and call the police, but Spencer was faster.

He snatched it away before I could react.

“Sir, don’t bother. It’s useless,” he said in a flat tone.

I glared at him. “Spencer, aren’t you afraid my mother will find out what you’re doing?”

He gave a cold laugh. “The chairwoman has been busy expanding overseas for years and rarely comes back. How would she have time to worry about small things like this?”

Then his eyes darkened. “But you dared to hurt my son, and for that, you must pay.”

With that, he yanked the car door open, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out with force. I tried to resist, but his strength was far beyond mine.

Still, I managed to quietly press the emergency button on my watch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, trying to stay calm and figure out what was going on.

Spencer didn’t answer. Without saying a word, he pulled me into a private room and shoved me inside.

The room reeked of smoke. A fat man sat in the main seat, his face oily and smug, while Dahlia stood beside him, smiling as she poured him drinks.

Spencer bent down, bowing deeply. “President Hanson, I’ve brought the person you asked for.”

Reid stood up with a proud look on his face and pointed straight at me. “President Hanson, he’s the one who leaked the project data! I personally brought him here to apologize to you!”

President Hanson?

The name hit me, he was the head of our biggest rival company. August Hanson, in his fifties, is known for his disgusting hobbies and bad reputation.

“Young Master Reid, how thoughtful of you.”

August set down his wine glass and looked me up and down. “So this is the one who leaked the data? Not bad-looking at all.”

He stood and walked over slowly. “Pretty boy, do you even know how much our company lost because of your so-called leak?”

I let out a cold laugh. “When did I ever leak anything?”

Reid pulled out a document and waved it smugly. “Still denying it? Don’t forget, you already signed this!”

I looked down and froze. It was the same agreement I had signed earlier.

Only now, the name in the signature box, the one I had written as ‘Reid’, had been changed to ‘Weston.’

“You forged the agreement!”

“Forged?” Dahlia laughed coldly. “Weston, don’t make false claims. You signed this yourself, and there’s surveillance footage to prove it.”

The cameras in the office did exist, but they could only capture my hand movements, not the words I wrote.

“President Hanson, you see? He’s completely unrepentant.”

Reid added quickly, his tone full of fake outrage, “Just earlier in the office, he even splashed me with coffee! So arrogant.”

August looked at me with a sly smile. “Handsome boy, since you made a mistake, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

His eyes moved over me without shame, making my stomach twist.

“Mr. Jensen, you’re quite good-looking, even better than in the photos President Larson showed me.” He slowly ran his tongue over his lips.