She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 844

Later that week, Lucian 'just happened' to be lounging in Sigrid's office having coffee. When Nathan walked in to drop off files, he froze. They were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the sofa, Sigrid giggling as she showed Lucian photos of her latest wedding gown fittings on her phone.

Nathan missed a step, forcing a stiff, practiced smile onto his face. "Mr. Shapiro. Didn't realize you were here."

Lucian glanced up, his gaze dragging lazily over the folders in Nathan's hands before drifting back to Sigrid.

"Appreciate the hard work, Nathan," he said, his voice as smooth as velvet. "Leave the files on the desk. Sigrid and I were just heading out."

Sigrid looked up, pleasantly surprised. "We are? Where to?"

"That patisserie you mentioned wanting to try. I got us a table." Lucian stood, picking up her designer coat and holding it out for her. The gesture was so fluid, so natural, it looked like they had been doing it for years.

Sigrid's eyes practically sparkled.

Nathan stood rigidly in the center of the room, watching them brush right past him. He felt physically sick.

He couldn't take her cold shoulder anymore. He couldn't stomach the whispers in the bullpen that he was being phased out and was weeks away from getting the axe.

If Lucian replaced him, he'd lose his income. He wouldn't even be able to afford the property taxes on the luxury condo he had bought to try and impress her.

"Sigrid! We need to talk!"

Nathan whipped around, his eyes desperate. "You can't do this to me. You can't just toss me out like garbage the second you get a new toy. Even if you don't love me, you can't just ignore everything I've done for—"

"Shut your mouth!"

Sigrid cut him off instantly. Her eyes turned venomous, glaring at him with such intense hatred he felt like he had just held a gun to her head. If he dared drag their dirty laundry out in front of Lucian, she would destroy him.

Nathan's voice died in his throat. He clenched his fists at his sides, not daring to say another word.

"What exactly is the relationship between you two?" Lucian asked, his voice sharp, catching the tension perfectly.

Sigrid panicked at the suspicion in his eyes and quickly scrambled to save face. "There's no relationship! He's my subordinate, that's it. He's not even fit to shine your shoes. Don't let your imagination run wild."

Not even fit to shine his shoes?

The insult gutted Nathan. Humiliated beyond belief, he stormed out of the office, suffocating on a rage he had nowhere to direct.

Lucian watched the door slam shut but didn't let Sigrid off the hook. He pushed it further, his tone dangerous. "I'm a man, Sigrid. I know how men look at women. Are you two sleeping together?"

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