Adrian leaned in closer, his eyes widened in shock. The paper… the signature looked exactly like his. But he didn't remember signing it.
His throat tightened.
The female reporter who had snapped at her scoffed. "How do we even know if it is the real thing?"
Snow sniffled. "Then… you have to ask my husband."
The reporters were left speechless, but they continued taking pictures.
"Should we head to my husband's office?" She asked innocently.
The reporters stared at her, totally stunned by her actions.
Adrian took the tabloid and smashed it against the wall. He loosened his ties and unbuttoned his shirt.
Beads of sweat trickled down his face. 'How the hell did she get my signature? Where did I go wrong? This must be a trick from my enemies to bring me down.' He scoffed. 'Not if I end this madness first.' He ran his hand through his hair.
"Mr. Quinn the stock had dropped to 10%," One of the shareholders yelled in alarm, his hands and legs were visibly shaking.
"Everyone, calm down. I'll deal with this and give you answers." Before Adrian could finish his words one of the shareholders, who had remained quiet since the chaos finally spoke.
"If she is your wife, there is no shame in admitting it. It is better than losing money." The person was none other than his uncle, Sebastian Quinn.
Adrian's eyes narrowed dangerously at him. "She. Is. Not. My. Wife."
Derek ran back inside the room. "Mr. Quinn, the imposter is here."
At his words, the air around Adrian darkened, almost suffocating for them to breathe. "Bring all the forensic handwriting experts." With that, he stormed out of he meeting room.
The shareholders began to chatter worriedly behind his back.
….
Snow swallowed, clenching her fist as she stood before the skyscraper of the Quinn Corporate Group.
Mustering all her courage she stepped inside the building, and a couple of the reporters followed after her.
She kept a pitiful expression, but the workers looked at her with disdain and disgust, like she were the villain in the story. Maybe she was. Maybe.
She averted her gaze and stared ahead of her. Her fingers trembled slightly beside her, she sniffled.
They stopped in the lobby. A man with dark brown hair, and brown eyes, walked up to her. He stopped in front of her, his scrutinizing gaze, scanning her. "You are the imposter, who claims to be Mrs. Quinn." At his word, the workers laughed at her.
She lowered her head. "Yes, you must be Derek Mu… my husband has told me a lot about you." Her voice was low and soft if she didn't have any more strength.
Derek's eyes darkened. "I thought I had seen it all, but I have never seen a white lotus and a green tea combo before. You deserve an award." He spat out. "Follow me."
Without waiting for her reply he turned around and strode to the elevator. Snow wiped her tears before following him into the elevator. The reporters followed behind them.
They arrived on the 42nd floor. The workers continued stealing glances at her.
"Isn't that the woman who claims to be Mr. Quinn's wife?" One of the ladies asked, walking to meet her other colleagues.
"Yes, she is the one."
"She looks so ugly, why would Mr. Quinn have any interest in her? Not to talk about him marrying her."
"She looks so pitiful. Have you all wondered if she is telling the truth? What if Mr. Quinn is just lying to cover his face? Think about it, he has been hiding his face claiming that he had never touched a woman before. What if that is just a strategy to build a good reputation for the company?" One of the male colleagues said.
"We shouldn't be too quick to pick sides." He added.
The other colleagues kept quiet as if they were in deep thought.
A small smirk formed on Snow's lips hearing his words, but before they could move farther along the hallway.
A chilling and suffocating aura stretched through the air, causing Snow to halt and turn around.
Her eyes met Adrian's for a brief second. In those seconds, she knew how much the man hated her… it was all visible in his eyes.
His heavy footsteps approached her, and his polished shoes made clicking sounds against the marble floor.
He passed her without sparing her another glance.
The workers instinctively ran back to their positions, their heads bowing before they even saw him.
Adrian Quinn stood in front of the workers. His tailored suit, slightly undone at the collar, only sharpened the raw fury in his eyes. The air around him pressed down like a storm cloud ready to burst.
His gaze landed on the worker who had spoken earlier. The man paled, his knees nearly buckling.
"Repeat what you just said." He commanded.
Snow walked towards them, wiping the tears off her face.
The man swallowed hard, stuttering, "M... Mr. Quinn, I… I didn't mean…"
Adrian's lips barely moved, but his words cut sharper than steel. "You're fired."
Gasps broke out, but were silenced with a single look from him.
Snow bit her lower lip, her expression softened seeing the dejected man. Why was Mr. Quinn so rude? How could he fire a worker just because he voiced his opinion?
"Hubby." She said softly, drawing the attention of everyone. "Don't you think you are too harsh? If you behave like this, you will give off the impression of a tyrant. Or do you want people to think there is no freedom of speech in your company?" She gently lowered her head, pouting.
Adrian turned to face her, his jaws twitching. "First of all, I'm not your hubby. And gossiping is not allowed in my company… They are here to work." His figure towered over Snow.
Snow lifted her head to look at him. She blinked innocently at him. "Can he keep his job? I feel bad because he lost his job because of me. Hubby… Please."
Adrian shut his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Bring the certificate, let's see if you really are a Mrs. Quinn."