The CEO Babied the Wrong Woman

Henley looked awkward. "Suri, I know you're still mad about the black card I gave Kiara that day. I get it—you're short on money now. I'm giving you one. Stop making a scene."

Five years ago, on our engagement day, he said he had a surprise.

I waited all day.

What I got? A shared wallet invite. Daily limit—twenty bucks.

At the same time, Kiara posted:

"Thanks for the black card, Henley. Time to travel the world!"

That's when my heart went cold. I called off the engagement and joined a classified agency.

I don't care about any of that anymore. Looking at Henley now? Just disgust.

My silence only pissed Kiara off more. "You're really asking for it. Mr. Chatham's being nice, offering you a black card, and you still act like this? Believe it or not, I can have your trash car wrecked in minutes!"

I didn't bite. Not worth it.

Out of basic decency, I gave her one last warning. "Go ahead. Just make sure you can handle what comes next."

Kiara didn't care—if anything, she got more hyped. "Anyone here willing to smash this junk car? I'll pay a thousand each!"

Someone lit up. "Wait—seriously? That kind of deal?"

They grabbed whatever they could and rushed in.

Someone muttered from the crowd, "This feels off. She sounds way too confident. Maybe she's got backing."

Kiara shot them a look. "What, scared? Then get lost. Don't stand in my way. She's a nobody—no parents, no backup. Even if something happens, the Chatham family's got you."

That did it.

More people surged forward. Total chaos.

Someone even dragged over a shovel.

"Use something heavy! I don't buy that this junk won't break!"

"Yeah! Smash it! It's just a car!"

Of course it wouldn't break.

I'd already said it—this wasn't some regular Crownell.

If bullets couldn't punch through it, what were a few tools gonna do?

I just stood off to the side, watching them dig their own graves.

Then, inside the car, a small indicator light blinked on.

I knew they were done.

Kiara kept yelling, hyped out of her mind. "Smash it! Harder! Whoever wrecks it gets ten grand!"

Then—deep rumbles rolled in from the distance.

Someone shouted, "Oh my God—what is that?"

Everyone turned.

About twenty tanks were rolling straight toward us, the ground shaking under them.