During the biggest sales day of the year, my fiance's "sweet and clueless" assistant sells a one-carat diamond for one cent. In just 20 minutes, the company loses 200 million dollars.

I am so furious that my entire body shakes, yet Hendrick Shaw, my fiance, pulls me into his arms and comforts me, "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

However, that same night, Selena Suther posts a screenshot on social media—a transfer of 1,430,000 dollars, with the recipient note saying "I love you."

The caption attached to the screenshot is "I made a huge mistake today, but my boss comforted me instead. He even reminded me not to be angry at the 'tigress' and to be good."

I comment on her post, "I wish you both happiness forever."

Selena instantly deletes the post, but Hendrick abruptly charges in and lands a resounding slap on my cheek.

"What's your motive for liking Lena's post? She's now so overcome by guilt and shame that she's about to end her life!

"The company only lost 200 million dollars. Do you have to force her into a corner over it?"

He sounds so righteous and fearless.

Later, why does Hendrick cry when he can't even afford a 20-dollar meal?

Hendrick Shaw's hand hovered in mid-air, still raised from the slap he had delivered me just now. His chest heaved violently as he stared at me like I was some enemy.

"If something happens to Lena, I'll definitely make you pay!"

My hand flew up to cradle my cheek as I stared at him in disbelief. "Hendrick Shaw, did you really hit me because of a mere assistant?"

"So what if I did?" Hendrick's fury deepened. "Noelle Turner, just look at yourself right now! Your petty jealousy truly makes me sick!"

"That's 200 million, not 200 dollars!" I retorted shrilly. "Besides, that's the company's money—a result of everyone's hard work! You shouldn't be using it to pay for Lena's stupidity!"

"The company's money? Where would the company be today without me?"

Hendrick looked down at me with a superior expression and asked, "Other than the meager investment you gathered at the beginning, what else have you done? How dare you tell me what to do!"

Fury coursing through me left my whole body trembling. I bit down hard on my lip as I glared at him.

Hendrick and I had been together since our college years. Back then, he was a prodigy of the finance department, but also the poorest of them all.

Nonetheless, he was willing to live frugally for a month just so he could buy me a bouquet of sunflowers—my favorite flowers.

Back then, I was worried about putting pressure on him, so I lied and told him I came from an average family. I didn't mind eating at roadside stalls with him and would be overjoyed even at the cheapest gifts.

Later, when he started his own company, he would go around all day begging people for investments, then coming back looking utterly worn out.

I couldn't stand seeing him like that, so I begged my older brother, Noah Turner, for help.

At first, Noah scolded me for being a fool, but he finally gave in after I pleaded with him relentlessly. He posed as a foreign investor named Michael Finks and invested in Hendrick's company.

As a startup company, Hendrick needed something solid to vouch for its credibility. Hence, I spent another three whole months wearing down my grandfather before he finally relented and lent me the family heirloom—the diamond, Starlight.

When I handed Starlight to Hendrick, his hands had been shaking with excitement.

"Elle, I'll definitely buy you a diamond bigger and brighter than this in the future! Then, I'll hold a glorious wedding and marry you!"

However, that was now all nothing but empty words of the past. So many things had changed.

A sudden ringing brought me back to the present. At the same time, the hint of regret that had flashed in Hendrick's eyes swiftly vanished.

He checked his phone, and when he saw the name "Lena" on the screen, he instantly took the call. In a voice dripping with gentleness, he said, "Hey, Lena."

In the next second, he cried out, "Don't do anything rash! I'll be right over… Listen to me! Be good and put down the knife, okay? Nothing's more important than you…"

He was already rushing out as he spoke, slamming the front door shut with such force that the loud bang reverberated in the house for several seconds.

Finally, the world fell silent, broken only by my heavy breathing and the sudden chime of my phone, indicating I had a message.

I checked the message and saw it was a video from Selena Suther.

I played the video. It showed Selena sitting languidly in the CEO's chair at Hendrick's office. The man himself was in front of her, holding out Starlight in offering.

In a careful, sycophantic tone I had never heard before, he said, "My dear Lena, I've already used the company's prized treasure to design a necklace for you. Are you still upset? Please stop being angry, alright?"

Selena's red lips quirked up slightly, the smug arrogance of a victor practically oozing from her.

That was where the video abruptly stopped.

The dried streaks on my cheeks were once again wet by a new bout of fresh tears.

After a long time, I raised my phone with shaking hands and dialed Noah's number.

"Noah, I fell in love with the wrong person. You can go ahead and rescind your investment, then get Starlight back. I'll return in a week for the arranged marriage."

…

The next day, the company held a meeting in its conference room. Along both sides of the long table sat a row of stony-faced shareholders.

Meanwhile, Hendrick, seated at the head of the table, furrowed his brow in a deep frown. Slightly off to the side behind him was Selena, her eyes lowered demurely as she sat there quietly.

Liam Carlton was the first to speak up. He slammed a document onto the table loudly and asked, "Hendrick Shaw, you'd better give us an explanation for this!

"On the biggest sales day of the year, a one-carat diamond was sold off at a mere one cent! 200 million dollars, gone in an instant, just like that!

"How did such a ridiculous, basic mistake happen? Is the company's risk control system simply for show?"

"Mr. Carlton, please calm down first…" Hendrick tried to placate the irate man.

"Calm down? That's a whopping 200 million dollars, not two!" Another shareholder smacked the table and leaped to his feet. "If you don't tell us who was responsible for this mistake today, we definitely won't let this matter go!"

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense as everyone's gaze was focused on Hendrick.

I took a deep breath, ready to reveal the truth about how Selena was the culprit behind this major loss.

Before I could say a word, the manager of the public relations department suddenly barged in. His face was deathly pale as he raised his tablet and cried, "Mr. Shaw, bad news! An uproar has broken out online!"

The next moment, the trending topics on Twitter had been projected onto the large screen.

"Breaking news! Noelle Turner, fiancee of Henelle Technologies' CEO, deliberately caused the company to lose 200 million dollars out of jealousy over a favored assistant!"

The post went on to reveal in detail how I had supposedly been overcome by personal dissatisfaction and used my position to change the diamond's price from the backend. All this was just a scheme to get revenge on Hendrick and Selena.

Attached were several blurry screenshots of the so-called evidence, along with some leaked information from "anonymous" employees.

The comments section had long since exploded, with the netizens all lambasting me for being a wicked and ruthless superior.

My mind went blank as I stiffly turned to Hendrick.

"Noelle Turner, you did this!" Liam pointed a finger at me, utterly incensed. "Because of your jealousy, the company has suffered such a significant loss, both financially and reputation-wise!"

"It wasn't me!" I immediately protested. "This is slander! The real culprit of this incident is—"

"Enough!" Hendrick swiftly cut me off, a complex look in his eyes. "Now that the incident has already happened, we should be focusing on how to calm the public opinion and restore the company's reputation!

"Noelle Turner, you're temporarily banned from getting involved in any of the company's matters."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Hendrick, how could you…"

"Please escort Ms. Turner to the warehouse so she can calm down."

He avoided my gaze, instead turning to give orders to the security guards already waiting at the door.

The two security guards instantly stepped forward to grab me, one on each side. No matter how hard I struggled, they never released their grip on me. Eventually, I was dragged all the way to the company's warehouse.

The pitch-black darkness of the warehouse yawned before me, causing the fear hiding deep within me to roar to life.

Clutching the doorframe in a death grip, I yelled in a voice twisted with terror, "Hendrick, you know I have claustrophobia! I'll die if you lock me up in here!"

Hendrick stood several steps away from me, his lips pursed. Nevertheless, he didn't say a word.

It was Selena who strolled over to me, not at all hiding the smug delight and mockery on her face.

"Where's all that fierceness from yesterday, when you wanted to make me take responsibility? Too bad for you! Rick had already prepared from the beginning for you to take the fall for this incident."

My gaze locked onto Hendrick as I uttered, "Why?"

At last, Hendrick looked up at me and replied coldly, his voice indifferent, "Selena has only just entered the workforce, so she can't afford such a stain on her resume. She still has a long future ahead of her—"

"So what?" I interrupted him icily, though I still couldn't stop my voice from shaking. "Then it's okay for a

200-million-dollar operational blunder to suddenly appear on my resume?"

"Hendrick Shaw, what am I to you?"

Hendrick was rendered speechless at my words, irritation and frustration flashing across his face. Then, he suddenly lifted his leg and lashed out with a vicious kick at my calf.

I crashed backward into the warehouse, but before I could get up, the door had already been shut.

"Just stay there. Once things blow over, I'll let you out."

The darkness surged toward me like a syrupy tide, instantly swallowing me whole. I found it getting increasingly hard to breathe. Every gasp of air seemed to sap away more of my strength.

"Let me out! Please! I'm begging you. Let me out…" I didn't even realize that I was scratching blindly at the floor as I curled up in a corner.

The suffocating sensation pressed down on me further, growing stronger and stronger. I could feel myself slowly sinking…

Suddenly, there was a loud boom outside the door, followed by the sound of someone forcefully breaking open the steel lock.

A man radiating an air of icy composure appeared at the doorway. "Ms. Turner? I'm Mr. Turner's personal assistant, Xavier Kent. Please assist me in withdrawing the investment and getting Starlight back."

I opened my mouth to reply, but the words caught in my throat.

Right before I lost consciousness, Xavier finally realized something was wrong. He swiftly stepped forward to scoop me into his arms.

The next time I opened my eyes, the sterile scent of bleach tickled my nose.

Seeing that I was awake, Xavier immediately pulled out his phone to make a video call. "Mr. Turner, Ms. Turner is awake."

Noah appeared on the screen, his expression terrifyingly dark. "Elle, how are you feeling?"

Shaking my head, I tried to speak, but my throat was so parched that I couldn't make a sound.

"Just get some proper rest." Noah stopped me. "Once I'm finished with the summit, I'll return to the country. After that, it's time to make Hendrick pay for daring to hurt my younger sister!"

After ending the call, Xavier left to handle the divestment matter and retrieve Starlight.

Selena had been parading around with the Starlight necklace, smugly showing it off, when Xavier stopped her and ripped it away in front of everyone.

"Give it back! Hendrick gave that to me!" she shrieked.

"As if an insignificant bug like you is worthy of wearing Starlight." Xavier gazed at her, his eyes filled with contempt. "You're just dirtying it!"

Selena was so angry that her whole body was trembling. With that, she went crying to Hendrick. However, he was too busy with the company's matters to have any time for her at all.

It wasn't until the third day I was hospitalized that Hendrick finally remembered me.

Despite it only being two days since I last saw him, he was noticeably more gaunt, exhaustion lining his once confident features.

"Elle, you're awake! That's great!"

He reached my bedside in a few strides and tried to grab my hand, but I coldly avoided him. His empty hand hovered in mid-air, an awkward expression crossing his face.

"Elle, I know I was wrong and that I'm a bastard, but I really need your help right now! The company's cash flow is about to be disrupted, and those shareholders are demanding that I pay back that 200 million dollars! Could you please beg that mysterious investor to have mercy and not withdraw his investment?"

Leaning back against the headboard, I leveled a frosty gaze on him. "No."

Hendrick froze in surprise, seemingly not expecting that I would reject him so bluntly. He forcefully suppressed his frustration, exclaiming, "Elle, now isn't the time for your impulsiveness! You said it yourself before, right? The company is like our child—"

I cut him off coolly. "From the moment you slapped me for Selena and locked me up in that warehouse, it was over between us."

"You!" Hendrick choked on his anger, his face purpling with rage.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. With irritation seeping from every pore, he answered it.

Immediately, Selena's panicked voice came over the line. "Rick, I have terrible news! All the core team members have tendered their resignations!

"Also, the board of directors is waiting in your office right now. T-They insist on getting an explanation immediately!"

All the color drained from Hendrick's face before he spun on his heel and raced out of the room.

…

The next morning, my room door was pushed open once more.

This time, Hendrick hadn't come alone. Behind him trailed Selena, wearing a pitiful expression.