He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 23
The Moretti boss’s face hardened.
“A single email does not overturn a publicly signed alliance agreement.”
I motioned for my adviser to continue.
A voice waveform appeared on the screen, and Salvatore’s voice filled the room.
“We’re going to get married sooner or later anyway, so what’s there to divide?”
Then came the wedding footage from Lugano.
Salvatore was on his knees before me, admitting that the fifty percent share had always been mine and that he was willing to give up all of Northstar.
Those two statements were made more than a month apart.
One came when he still believed I would never leave him.
The other came after he had lost everything.
And yet, both times, he had said the exact same thing.
The Ferraro adviser shot to his feet.
“That was merely a personal statement made by Salvatore while he was emotionally unstable.”
“Since he has been stripped of his status as heir, he can no longer speak for the Ferraro Family.”
Just then, the doors to the room opened.
Salvatore walked in.
He had lost a lot of weight. His suit was neat, but the signet ring was gone from his hand.
The Ferraro representatives frowned.
“Who let you in here?”
“The liquidation committee,” Salvatore said.
He sat down in the witness chair, his eyes fixed on me the entire time.
I gave no reaction.
A committee member asked, “Did you sign the nominee agreement?”
“Yes.”
“Did Indigo Conti materially participate in the creation and operation of Northstar Logistics?”
“She didn’t just participate.”
Salvatore swallowed hard.
“She designed the original risk system, the route models, and the client solutions. The company got as far as it did because of her.”
The Ferraro adviser was on his feet again.
“Salvatore, think before you speak.”
He turned his head to look at his family’s adviser.
“I thought too much before.”
“I thought about the heir position, about alliances, about keeping everyone happy.”
“And in doing so, I pushed away the one person I should never have sacrificed.”
The committee member tapped the table again, a sharp rap.
“Answer only the questions pertaining to the company’s equity.”
Salvatore lowered his head.
“That fifty percent was always Indigo’s.”