Chapter 8 Chapter 8
The seriousness in her tone made Immediately Oliver lean forward slightly, his full attention now on her. His tone softened, genuinely respectful. “Lady Megan, anything you want just say it. I’ll do it immediately.”
Megan took a pause, then spoke. “You’re one of the biggest shareholders in Vincent’s company.”
Oliver gave a short nod. “That’s true.”
“He’s my former husband you know that right,” Megan said plainly.
The word former caught Oliver off guard. His eyes widened, and he blinked in confusion. “Wait—former?”
Megan gave a faint, bitter smile. “Yes. We finalized the divorce today.”
A short silence passed between them. Oliver’s face shifted slowly from confusion to concern. “I didn’t know... I’m sorry to hear that.”
However Megan didn’t acknowledge the sympathy. She moved on with determination. “I want you to pull out every investment you've placed in his company. Everything.”
Oliver stared at her.
“You heard me,” she said. “Every single Money.”
At that moment Oliver didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at Megan, his face unreadable. But deep down, his mind was spinning.
He had never imagined Megan would say something like this. The only reason he had even invested that enormous sum of 100 million dollars into Vincent’s company was because he knew Vincent was Megan’s husband.
That connection was the reason he had gone that far out of loyalty to her. But now… hearing her say former husband, something inside him shifted.
Without hesitation, he nodded once and said quietly, “No problem, After this dinner, I will start the process of withdrawing every single coin I put into Vincent’s company.”
Megan didn’t say much. She just gave a small nod.
But Oliver knew, he knew that the moment he pulled out his investments, Vincent’s company would collapse. The 100 million dollars he had placed there wasn’t just support it was the only thing keeping the company alive. The moment he withdrew it, the entire structure would crumble.
At that moment, Megan simply leaned back in her chair, calm and collected, her eyes focused forward as a soft smirk curved on her lips. This was only the beginning. What she had done tonight was nothing compared to what she was planning next. Vincent had taken everything from her, her freedom, her pride. And now, she was going to take everything from him. Slowly. Quietly. Completely.
Then she crossed one leg over the other, her expression unreadable, but her thoughts loud and cold.
But just then, the calm atmosphere shifted.
Standing at the entrance was Dr. Kai. He stepped in.
He didn’t look flustered, but his expression was stiff.
“Apologies,” he said casually, his voice even. “I had to take an important call. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, Oliver.”
His tone was respectful, professional, but his eyes
They froze the moment they landed on Megan, without being told he could tell she was the healers Oliver was talking about, the one that healed him.
Then he shook his head in disappointment.
At that moment, Dr. Kai, couldn’t hold his disappointment anymore. He had been quiet since he saw Megan inside the room, but the silence wasn’t because of respect. It was disbelief something he tried to keep inside, but now it was bubbling too fast to hide.
His face slowly changed. His lips pressed into a tight line, and his brows pulled together like he was staring at something that didn’t meet his expectations.
When Oliver first told him about the woman who had once helped him inside prison who had saved his life from a mysterious illness Kai had imagined someone... different. Someone of a much higher class, someone rare, refined, and powerful. The way Oliver described her, it felt like he was speaking of some hidden treasure.
But now, sitting across the room, staring at Megan the woman in old clothes, the ex-convict, Kai felt nothing but disappointment.
He shook his head slightly, then leaned back in his seat with a quiet scoff.
He had kept silent enough, but now he couldn’t help it.
“I have to be honest,” Kai finally said, his tone flat and unbothered. “I’m clearly disappointed in this.”
At that moment Oliver turned his head toward him, frowning. Megan didn’t even blink. She just looked at him quietly.
Kai didn’t stop.
“When you told me, Oliver… that someone helped you in prison, saved your life, I expected someone else. Someone that—” he paused, glancing again at Megan from head to toe, “—someone I could at least relate with.”
He shook his head again, almost laughing to himself.
“Not knowing it’s just this lady.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp. Cold. Like he was trying to cut her down with every word.
He raised his glass slightly and looked away, as if the conversation already bored him.
He didn’t quite understand how she could’ve done what Oliver claimed. He wasn’t someone who believed in traditional healing or strange methods. He believed in science, machines, modern medicine.
And the fact that Oliver refused to give him a proper explanation or allow him to do a full check-up to understand what had happened that made everything worse.
“When your sickness hit,” Kai added facing Oliver, still not looking at Megan, “I was outside the country. It was an emergency. No options. I couldn’t do anything.”
He tapped the rim of his glass gently with his finger.
“But I expected more,” he muttered. “Much more.”