The partnership agreement from Myers Group lay right in front of Chloe. Would she sign it? If she did, every arrogant word she'd spoken before would come back to mock her. Today, it seemed Chloe had no other choice. Monique stole a glance toward Ernesto, who stood quietly in the corner. She could barely suppress the smirk tugging at her lips. She and Ernesto had been entangled until nearly eight o'clock before finally leaving the villa for the company. To avoid drawing attention, they arrived separately—Monique first, followed later by Ernesto mingling in with other staff. Facing Chloe now, Monique had all her arguments prepared. As a shareholder herself, and with Chloe having insisted that all shareholders attend today's meeting, Monique was ready to exercise her full rights. Today, she would watch that insolent girl Chloe become the target of public criticism and personally witness her expulsion from Lewis Group. Still dreaming of leading the company? What a joke. But before Monique could savor her anticipated triumph for even three seconds, Scott grabbed her wrist and demanded, "Monique, where is that emerald ring?" His grip was tight, and Monique winced. "Ring? What ring?" "Chloe's mother's ring—the emerald one. The housekeeper said you took it. Where is it now? Tell me quickly," Scott pressed, his voice tense. "Where is the ring?" Monique was taken aback. It took her a moment to recall what he was referring to—that dead woman's belongings. After marrying Scott, she had taken charge of everything related to the Lewis household, including that dead woman's possessions. Those jewelry pieces had been quite valuable—the woman had owned some truly expensive items. Scott had been very generous back then. But the money was long gone. Why was he asking about the ring now? It wasn't as if she had stolen it. Scott himself had told her she could dispose of everything, including that woman's keepsakes, as she saw fit. "I... got rid of those things. You said I could handle them as I wished, so I did," Monique replied, struggling to keep her composure. "Since you gave me permission, I exchanged them."Why would she keep a dead person's belongings? It felt unlucky. That ring alone had fetched over a million—money she'd already spent on designer handbags and custom orders. Was this really the time for Scott to confront her about this? "Scott, is it really appropriate to bring this up now?" Monique retorted. Scott looked as if he were about to break down. The ring—sold. How could this happen? He had always assumed Monique was simply storing those items. He never imagined that after all these years, they would be gone. Now Monique was telling him she had sold the ring. "Where did you sell it?" Scott demanded, his voice trembling with anger. "Tell me! Where?" "I..." Seeing him press her like this, Monique grew irritated and shook off his hand. "How should I remember where I sold it? It was years ago. You told me I could do as I pleased with them—I sold them. What's the problem? You authorized it, and I acted. Now you're questioning me? Is this necessary?" Scott reeled, barely catching himself against the wall. If he'd bothered to hold onto her things all these years—if he'd cared enough to keep them safe—how could he have had nothing to give Chloe when she asked? "Heh... turns out I'm the one who messed up everything," Scott chuckled bitterly, his shoulders slumping as he collapsed onto a nearby chair, defeat etched across his face. Monique seethed at his pathetic display. That bitch Chloe—how long would she keep stirring up chaos? Just then, Monique glanced at her phone, then looked up, a smug gleam in her eyes. "Chloe, look at the time. There's only one minute left in your partnership negotiation window," Monique announced, showing her phone to those nearby. "One minute. You can all see—Lewis Group won't be securing a new partner today." A ripple of unease spread among the shareholders. Even those who had been watching for entertainment now looked concerned. After all, regardless of their differences, as Lewis Group shareholders, none of them wanted to see the company fail and go bankrupt.