Chapter 11: Reborn from the Ashes
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"Mr. Thompson, your fiancée seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Care to share her background?"
Jack slipped his arm around her waist. "The daughter of a Swiss jeweler. We met during my sabbatical in Geneva."
After the press conference, as business elites offered congratulations, one CEO murmured to Jack: "Davis has asked about your fiancée three times already. The man's insatiable—his wife's barely cold in her grave and he's already married his mistress."
"Is that right?" Jack's smile was glacial. "How perfectly convenient."
Driving home, Zoe spotted a billboard featuring Michael and Mia promoting their charity foundation, both beaming with manufactured sincerity.
"They've squeezed every drop of sympathy from my 'death,'" Zoe said bitterly.
Jack squeezed her hand. "Tomorrow's charity gala marks the beginning of our counterattack."
