He Lent Her My Cullinan, I Canceled His Family’s Cards Chapter 05
Lindsay went pale with fright.
She started shrieking, “Mrs. Drake, what are you doing? This is Mr. Drake’s company—you can’t just do whatever you want here!”
“Call security! Somebody call security!”
Then she turned desperately toward Nicholas.
“Mr. Drake, help me! It hurts—make them let me go!”
Nicholas was livid. “Let her go, right now!”
I didn’t even look at him.
“Hold him down too.”
The men in black immediately moved.
Using the same technique, they pinned Nicholas against the wall.
His face was pressed flat against the white surface.
Within seconds, his face flushed bright red—a stark contrast against the white wall.
“Juliette!” He struggled furiously.
“You brought all these people into my company and had both of us restrained.”
“What the hell are you trying to do?”
I folded my arms. “It’s simple.”
“Someone used my bank card to make an unauthorized purchase worth $1.2 million.”
“Add that to the damage done to my cars, and we’re talking about $3 million.”
“I’m here to collect what’s owed to me.”
Lindsay kept shrieking. “Call security! Call security!”
The company’s employees stood frozen in place. No one dared move.
The building had already been surrounded by my people.
I looked at Lindsay and laughed.
“You’re a thief. You think security can save you?”
“The entire security team in this building combined couldn’t handle Ashford family business.”
Lindsay’s face turned even paler.
“Then call the police! Call them right now!”
I nodded. “Excellent idea.”
“You caused $1.8 million worth of damage to my vehicles. Then you charged another $1.2 million to my bank card.”
“Combined, that’s enough to put you away for at least ten years.”
The confidence disappeared from Lindsay’s face. She was starting to panic.
“Mr. Drake said he’d pay you back!”
“And today’s car—that was a gift from him! I didn’t steal your money!”
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Mr. Drake, please make her let us go. It really hurts.”
Nicholas finally snapped. “Juliette, have you lost your mind?”
“I used the card—so what? We’re married. That money is ours.”
“Even if I spent it, what are you gonna do? Call the cops and send your own husband to prison?”
I smiled. “Listen, that card was a gift from my father. It’s not marital property.”
“And even if it were, you didn’t spend that money on our marriage or household. I have every right to get it back.”
I looked at both of them.
“So here are your two options. Transfer the $3 million into my account right now — or I send you both to prison.”
“You have three minutes to think about it.”
The room fell silent.
I glanced at my watch. Then I started counting down.
“Five… four… three… two… one.”
I looked up. “So? Pay up or go to jail?”
For the first time, Nicholas finally looked afraid.
His tone softened dramatically, even carrying a trace of pleading.
“Honey, I told you I’ll pay you back.”
“As soon as the company dividends come in, I’ll pay everything back—including the $1.2 million from today.”
“Just have your people let us go.”
“We’re family. We can talk this through.”
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Your company’s dividend? That’s marital income.”
“So your plan is to pay me back with my own money?”
I tilted my head. “And how much was your dividend last month? Three hundred thousand?”
“You expect me to believe it’ll magically increase tenfold this month?”
Nicholas’s expression stiffened.
“Then what do you want me to do?”
I calmly pulled a document from my handbag.
The moment he saw it, his eyes went wide. Divorce papers.
I placed them in front of him.
“Sign it. We’ll divide the assets first, then settle the rest properly.”
Nicholas stared at the papers as if he’d been struck by lightning.
“Honey…” His voice cracked slightly. “You’re divorcing me over a car?”
“We’ve been married for three years. Does our marriage mean less to you than a car?”
I corrected him. “Not one car. Four.”
Then my expression turned cold.
“And this was never about four cars. It’s about you crossing a line, Nicholas.”
I looked him straight in the eye.
“Maybe you haven’t physically cheated, but your behavior already crossed a line a husband should never cross.”
“You enjoyed the attention—you encouraged it, you defended it.”
I slid the divorce papers closer.
“So no. I don’t want you anymore.”