Bride on a Pivot: I Wed His Rival

I had a grasp of things now. Rather than call Linda Jonathan's trusty aide, she was more like someone who knew how to flatter him just right. She knew what to say to get to him.

The fact that he thought I was nothing but an airhead was probably due to her feeding him lies about me. Thanks to her fawning, it was easier to get things done if one went along with what he wanted.

I shot him a look, feeling resigned. "How do you want me to make amends?"

Jonathan scoffed. "Call my father and tell him you're the one who wants to call off the engagement."

I nodded readily. "Alright."

With that, I whipped out my phone and pulled up my contacts.

Jonathan glanced at me in surprise and pressed his lips together. "You'd better think this through. Once you make this call, Ford Group and the Ford family's wealth and power will have nothing to do with you."

I didn't respond. Instead, I scrolled right to Arthur's number and called him.

"That's not enough. I want her to kneel before me and apologize with everyone watching!" Linda whined, her voice shrill and grating. "Mr. Ford, I've worked for you for ages. All my achievements came about due to my abilities. I genuinely can't accept the way she bullied and humiliated me earlier. I won't forgive her if she doesn't apologize!"

I laughed out loud at that. The security guards were standing right there. Who was the one who'd been bullied?

I asked, "Linda, do you think everyone here is stupid enough to fall for your twisted version of the truth? You ordered the security guards to pin me down and even tried to slap me, yet now you claim I was the one who bullied you."

Jonathan stepped forward, shielding Linda behind him. "You must've hurt Linda first. She was just trying to protect herself. If you had even a shred of basic human decency, you'd apologize to her right now. If you refuse, I'll have no choice but to use my methods to make you do it."

He swept a glance at the security guards, who eyed me beadily upon getting the order.

"I can assure you that Sophia has plenty of decency. If you ask me, you and your secretary have proven just how shameless you both are."

A refined, elegant voice rang out behind Jonathan. It belonged to Elliott Landeau, the CEO of Landeau Group. He approached us with a winning smile on his face. The tiny mole beneath his eye seemed to sparkle under the lights.

Landeau Group was Ford Group's competitor. Their businesses overlapped in many areas.

Elliott had taken over the family empire early and had been running it exceptionally well—so well that he and Jonathan had always kept a respectful distance from each other, lest things turn nasty.

But because of my patented technology, Ford Group's latest product upgrade had begun to edge ahead of Landeau Group's.

Jonathan was surprised to see Elliott show up at the engagement party. Then, he frowned in displeasure and said, "You must have a lot of free time on your hands, Mr. Landeau. Not only are you gracing your rival's engagement party with your presence, but you're also trying to meddle in my personal affairs."

I stood there, equally stunned. I stared at Elliott's broad back as he positioned himself protectively in front of me.

We'd worked together before, and the collaboration had actually been quite pleasant. What I hadn't expected was that halfway through the project, he suddenly tried to seduce me. It had scared the hell out of me, making me flee back to my lab that very night.

This particular patent had only ended up with Ford Group because Steven and Arthur had been close friends for decades. That was why I'd sold it to them.

I never imagined Elliott would still be willing to step up and shield me like this.