He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 27
A week later, the final arbitration ruling on Northstar’s liquidation was issued.
The nominee agreement was valid.
The alliance agreement Salvatore signed later had no authority to dispose of the half that belonged to me.
The Moretti family could not claim any portion of the assets from the liquidation, nor would they have to take on any of Northstar’s debt.
The Ferraro family, having taken over the company’s operations and external contracts, was responsible for handling all remaining liabilities in order of priority.
As for the systems I had designed, since my authorization had been withdrawn, they were no longer considered part of Northstar’s liquidation assets.
An adviser asked me, “Do you want to use the liquidation proceeds to buy back the Northstar name?”
I looked at the document and was silent for a moment.
Northstar had once been the thing I wanted most to hold on to.
In that cramped little office, I had written the first line of code. It was there that Salvatore and I had planned a future that now seemed a lifetime away.
But a name can’t hold on to clients.
And it certainly can’t hold on to a relationship that has already ended.
“No.”
I signed the confirmation.
“Transfer the funds that belong to me into the project account for Conti Group’s European logistics division.”
“I’ll continue overseeing the systems.”
“Let Northstar stay in liquidation.”
The adviser put away the papers.
“There’s one final transfer document. It needs signatures from both you and Salvatore.”
I agreed to meet him at a neutral club.
Desmond didn’t go in with me.
Salvatore was already waiting at a table.
In front of him were two things.
One was the transfer document.
The other was the engagement ring I had left in his safe.
When he saw me, he stood up immediately.
“I never knew how to give this back to you.”
“It wasn’t until you deleted your fingerprint access that I found it.”
I sat in the chair farthest from him.
“You bought it.”
“Keep it, sell it, throw it away. It has nothing to do with me.”
His fingers tightened into a fist.
“Indigo, you wore that ring for six years.”
“So?”
I opened the document, scanning the numbers.
“Does that mean I should have kept waiting for the tenth time?”