She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 845

"The condo you live in, the car you drive, the suits you wear—who paid for them? The company did. If I hadn't taken pity on you, you'd still be rotting in some cubicle making minimum wage."

Nathan's face flushed a violent, humiliating red before draining to a sickly gray.

"And now," Sigrid said, withdrawing her hand and adjusting her designer bag on her shoulder, resuming her usual untouchable arrogance. "Lucian is here. Do you know who he is? He's a hero. My father handpicked him. He's a man worthy of standing next to me."

She looked him up and down, a cruel smirk curling her lips.

"What could you possibly offer that he can't? Looks? Competence? Pedigree? Or did you think your skills in bed made you irreplaceable?"

Nathan's fists clenched so hard his nails cut into his palms. His entire body shook.

Seeing him look so utterly broken only made her smile wider. It was an incredibly soft, mocking smile.

"Do yourself a favor, Nathan. Stop making it so ugly. You've had a good run at the company. Step down, go marry a nice, boring girl in the suburbs, and live your mediocre little life. Doesn't that sound nice?"

She stepped around him, walking toward her sports car.

After a few steps, she paused and tossed one final warning over her shoulder without bothering to look back.

"Oh, and stop coming to find me. Lucian doesn't like it."

The sharp click of her heels faded, replaced by the aggressive roar of her engine. And then, dead silence.

Nathan stood completely paralyzed in the empty garage, looking like a man who had just had his soul surgically extracted.

A long time passed before he finally moved.

He slowly sank into a crouch, burying his head in his hands, and let out a raw, guttural sob that tore out of his chest.

That night, he went straight to a high-end lounge.

He couldn't go back to his penthouse. Every piece of custom furniture in that place felt like it was mocking him. *Look at what you bought with your boss's daughter's money, and now she doesn't even want you.*

He threw back shot after shot. The liquor burned a path down his throat and set fire to his stomach, but it couldn't touch the inferno of humiliation raging in his chest.

How was any of this fair?

How was he worse than Lucian Shapiro?

He was good-looking. He was brilliant at his job. He had bled for Stellar Trust, clawing his way up from an entry-level analyst to a department head. He earned every inch of his success! Lucian had been there for three months! Why did this outsider get to step on his neck?

Just because Sigrid liked him?

Just because he was going to marry the princess?

Nathan slammed his empty glass onto the mahogany bar.

"Drinking all alone, handsome?"

A soft, sultry voice drifted over from his left.

Nathan glanced over and saw a woman in a deep crimson slip dress sitting a few seats down. Her makeup was flawless, and she was resting her chin on her hand, watching him with an amused smile.

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