“Linda Turner, will you ever stop?” 

I frowned slightly at Nelson’s accusation. 

“What do you mean?” 

My former fiancé, who once promised to love me forever, now looked at me with nothing but disgust. 

“Everyone in Brookshire knows that Trada Corp plans to partner with Anne. If you’re not here to steal her project, why would you suddenly fly back from abroad?” 

Trada Corp wants to partner with Anne Miller? 

How did I not know about this? 

My eyes widened with surprise, but Nelson mistook it for guilt at having my true intentions exposed. 

His disgust now mixed with contempt. 

“Do you still think you can push Anne around because you’re a Turner? 

“Trada Corp isn’t like the small businesses in Brookshire. They don’t care about your family name. If you don’t want to make a fool of yourself, you’d better leave.” 

I pulled out my invitation and waved it in front of him. 

“Sorry, but I was invited to the bidding conference. You can’t make me leave.” 

“You’d better not—” 

Nelson was about to threaten me when he noticed the reporters whispering nearby. A look of realization crossed his face, followed by a sneer. 

“Linda, I’ve told you—our engagement is over. Please stop being obsessed with me. Whatever happens between Anne and me, there’s no future for us.” 

“You’ve got it all wrong. I’m only here for the bidding. I’m already married, and I couldn’t care less who you end up with.” 

I spoke clearly—explaining to Nelson wasn’t my main concern; I wanted the reporters to hear the truth. 

The reporters fell silent, but Nelson just laughed.