LAPDOG HUSBAND IS A TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 15

Faye sat stiffly in the luxurious office, her project proposal folder resting lightly on her lap. Every corner of the room exuded wealth and power—pristine glass walls, polished mahogany accents, sleek black furniture with gold trim.

This was Morgan Group.

The best, the biggest, and most elite business conglomerate in the city.

She had prepared herself mentally for a grueling interrogation, a detailed vetting of her struggling company’s past, maybe even subtle humiliation meant to weed out weak applicants.

But instead—

Chairman Hargrove, the formidable CEO of Group A, stood from his desk with a warm smile and extended his hand toward her.

“Miss Langford,” he greeted, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, have a seat.”

Faye blinked in surprise but quickly recovered, shaking his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate you making time to see me so soon.”

Chairman Hargrove nodded. “I’ve already reviewed your proposal. It’s promising.”

She hesitated. “You have?”

He smiled faintly. “Chairman Morgan’s presence here was more than enough for us to move your proposal to the top of our list.”

Chairman Morgan.

Faye glanced subtly over her shoulder at the door that Yemin had walked out of just moments ago.

He had barely said a word since escorting her into the building. No power play, no grand speech. Just quiet confidence, and a polite nod to the CEO as they entered.

And yet…

Chairman Hargrove—the most powerful man she’d ever hoped to meet—had stood up the second Yemin entered the room.

Not as an equal.

But like… a subordinate.

Could Yemin really be his boss?

Faye remembered what he had told her outside. “I’m the chairman of A Group.”

At the time, she had thought he was joking. Just saying it to shut Katherine and James up. But now, as the CEO of the company treated her with kid gloves, not because of her credentials, but because of her connection to him, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

"Did he really mean it?"

Meanwhile, Yemin had left quietly, giving her space to handle her business.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” he had said softly, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking off.

Now, she sat there, torn between nervous excitement and a burning curiosity that refused to die down.

Who is this man I’m standing beside?

Chairman Hargrove opened her folder. “Let’s go over your terms.”

Downstairs, in the lobby—

James Franx was losing his mind.

His voice had already risen to a sharp tone as he spoke into his phone, pacing near the entrance, tossing desperate glances at the main desk.

“I don’t care who you have to call, just make it happen!” he barked. “I need five minutes with the board—no, the CEO—hell, even the assistant manager! Tell them it’s urgent!”

He ended the call with a huff, then turned toward Katherine, who was sitting nearby with sunglasses hiding the swelling on her cheek.

“They’re not letting us in,” he growled. “Even my contacts are saying they can’t override the blacklist. We’ve been shut out.”

Katherine’s jaw clenched. “That bastard Yemin must have told them to keep us out.”

“I’ve called in every favor I have,” James hissed. “And I’m still being told it’s a hard no.”

She stood abruptly. “This isn’t over. He doesn’t get to walk in here with her and act like a king while we sit outside like peasants.”

“You think I don’t know that?” James snapped. “The guards didn’t even flinch when he walked in. You saw them—he didn’t show a badge, didn’t explain himself, didn’t even speak—and they opened the damn doors like he owned the building.”

Katherine’s eyes narrowed. “It’s still because he saved the CEO’s mother. That’s it. Once the favor runs out, he’ll be right back in the gutter where he belongs.”

But her words lacked conviction now, her tone weaker than before.

Because deep down, just like Faye upstairs—she was starting to wonder.

What if Yemin wasn’t just some lucky ex-husband with a good story?

Katherine paced in front of the glass doors of Group A’s headquarters, her designer heels clicking furiously against the polished tiles. Her frustration was bubbling over. The guards still hadn't budged, and no one had come to fetch them. Every call James made ended the same: denied.

“This is ridiculous,” she hissed, turning to him sharply. “You said you had connections. Influence. And yet we’re still standing outside like nobodies.”

James clenched his jaw. “I told you, Katherine, it’s not that simple.”

“Not that simple?” she snapped. “You said you could get us in! So why are we out here like a pair of beggars while that tramp—” she pointed toward the upper floors, “—gets to walk in with him like she owns the place?”

James rubbed his temple, suppressing the urge to snap back. “This all started because you insulted the CEO. Loudly. In public.”

Katherine scoffed, folding her arms. “So now it’s my fault?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “You wanted to slap Yemin down and got us both slapped in the process. Figuratively and literally.”

She bristled, but said nothing. Her eyes darted around, desperate to regain her composure, her image. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this—rejected, outplayed, and powerless.

And just then—fate had one more cruel twist.

The elevator doors inside the glass lobby slid open.

And out walked Yemin.

He was alone, relaxed, walking as if he owned the entire block—and judging by the way employees nodded and stepped aside, he probably did.

Katherine’s stomach dropped.

But she quickly plastered on a plastic smile and grabbed James’s arm.

“There he is,” she said sweetly. “Perfect timing. Look at you, James—able to arrange everything behind the scenes like a true professional. Not like my pathetic ex-husband who only knows how to ride other people’s coattails.”

James blinked. “What are you—?”

Katherine elbowed him sharply and whispered through clenched teeth. “Play along.”

Yemin stepped outside, giving both of them the briefest glance, before turning his attention toward the distant street.

Katherine straightened her posture, still speaking just loudly enough for him to hear.

“Thank God I’m with someone like you, James,” she said loudly. “At least you don’t need to beg favors to step into a building. You handle things quietly, efficiently. Unlike some men who get lucky once and think they’re important.”

Yemin didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink.

He walked past them like they didn’t exist.

As if their words weren’t even worth registering.

Katherine’s face twitched in annoyance, but she tried to laugh it off. “Look at him—so full of himself. Too arrogant to even say hello.”

Yemin said nothing. But in his mind, he was already far removed from her petty attempts at dignity.

He didn’t care about her words. He didn’t care about her mockery.

What he did care about—was that ring.