At that mont, Cora turned her full attention to Jas, her expression calm but sharp like soone who had waited far too long for this mont.
"Well, Jas," she said smoothly, "you can see it now, right in front of you. It’s not a maybe anymore. It’s already done. And it was always possible you just never thought I’d be the one to do it."
Her voice echoed around the boardroom like a final verdict.
She took a slow step forward and pointed again at the seat he was sitting in—the sa seat he had always occupied with pride and dominance.
"Now, step aside. That seat... it doesn’t belong to you anymore."
For a mont, no one moved. Then one by one, the boardroom began to shift.
The minority shareholders once loyal to Jas stood up.
The top executives, including those Jas handpicked over the years, began to rise respectfully.
So did it out of obligation, so did it out of fear.
But most did it out of recognition recognition of who now held the true power in the room.
At that mont Jas slowly looked around, his chest rising and falling as his hands curled into fists. The sight of all of them his people standing for her... it was a betrayal that stabbed deeper than anything he’d ever felt.
Imdiately his jaw tightened. His eyes grew dark.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
His fury boiled over as he slamd his fist onto the table, the sound making so people flinch.
"You..." he said, pointing directly at Cora, his voice low and venomous, "I never wanted to do what I’m about to do now."
Imdiately he took a slow step toward her, his face twisted with rage.
"But you’ve pushed . You pushed this far."
"And now..."
"I’m going to take action against you."
At that mont, Jas’s fists clenched so tight that the veins in his arms bulged. His breathing grew heavy, the kind that warned everyone in the room that he was monts away from losing control.
He glared at Cora, no longer hiding his hatred. His pride had been stripped, and now, with every eye in the room watching him stand in disgrace, sothing inside him snapped.
"You think this is over?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You think you’ve won just because you stord in here with a couple of signed papers?"
His voice grew louder, raw with fury.
"I worked day and night to build this company from scratch. I bled for this place. And even though I don’t understand how you how you of all people were able to dump that kind of money into this project... I will find out. I swear, I will."
Then he stepped even more forward, finger trembling as he pointed at her, his whole body shaking.
"I’m going to find the man backing you. The man you’ve been sleeping with, Cora. That’s the only explanation to all of this, right? That’s how you got the money?"
Hearing what Jas just said the boardroom grew uncomfortably silent.
People exchanged glances. So looked down. Others frowned.
But Jas didn’t care. His thoughts were no longer rational just rage, betrayal, and bitterness.
"You think I’ll let this go under the radar? Like I’ll just fold and disappear?" he growled. "No. I’ve kept quiet long enough. I’ve swallowed enough."
His chest heaved. His voice trembled not from fear, but from violent resolve.
"You want to take what belongs to ?" he spat.
Then his tone dropped, deep and dangerous.
"Then I’m going to crush you, Cora... Crush you until there’s nothing left. Until you crawl back and beg. And even then—" he narrowed his eyes coldly, "I’ll make sure you suffer."
At that mont, Cora tilted her head slightly and smiled.
Her eyes never left Jas.
"You won’t be able to do anything," she said, her voice sharp and cold. "I can see it’s too bitter for you to even accept the truth, too painful to respect your new boss."
She stepped a little closer, lowering her voice with poise and finality.
"So, what now? You’ll pretend nothing is happening between us? That all of this didn’t just hit you where it hurts most? Jas, you’re no longer the man sitting at the top. You’re now a minority shareholder. Accept it. Take your rightful seat over there," she gestured coolly to the lower end of the table, "and get out of my face."
Her words were surgical—ant to hurt. And they did.
Jas stood frozen for a few seconds, his fists tightening again. But the room was too silent. Too many eyes were watching him. If he didn’t move, if he caused a scene, the disgrace would be even worse. She was serious. Dead serious. And the weight of reality crashed down on him like a mountain.
"You’ll pay for this," he whispered venomously again, not even able to look her in the eye anymore.
Then, with his pride torn to shreds, Jas turned around and stord to the other end of the boardroom walking out of the exit door, each step full of silent fury.
But it didn’t end there.
Emily stood up sharply from her seat and glared at Cora, voice laced with hatred.
"You’re such a wicked soul," she snapped. "How could you do this? How can you destroy soone you once claid to love... just because you’re bitter that he rejected you for "
At that mont, Cora simply shook her head, her expression filled with disappointnt and disgust. The air in the room felt heavier now tense, quiet, waiting.
She stared at Emily, her tone steady but sharp.
"So, even a worthless munch like you can still talk?" she scoffed. "After you successfully destroyed sothing that was once good?"
At that mont she took a step forward, not raising her voice, but making every word cut deep.
"I don’t even have business with you... because honestly, if not for you, maybe just maybe I would’ve still been foolishly thinking that Jas actually loved ... that his whole attention was for alone."
Then Cora paused for a mont, her eyes never leaving Emily’s. Her next words ca colder.
"But you your presence exposed everything. So no, I won’t even waste my anger on you." She leaned slightly forward.
"But let make one thing clear... the next ti you co at again talk down at , insult like you just did—I will slap the hell out of you."
Then her lips curled slightly.
"And you won’t be able to do anything about it."
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