I Logged In As The CEO’s Mother And Crushed His Favorite Girl – Before my best friend transmigrated into that billionaire romance novel, she patted her chest and promised me. “Getting a promotion and a raise? Easy.” “In less than a year, I’ll be back with three hundred million and take you around the world.” I thought she’d breeze through it. But the plot just kept getting more ridiculous. My best friend was the CEO’s fiancee. And somehow, this manipulative bitch of a secretary was walking all over her—almost got her fired twice. To humiliate her, the bitch made Lauren—who had a 103-degree fever—inspect an abandoned construction site in a thunderstorm. I was furious. I forced the system to send me in to save her. The system gave me options: [Would you like to transmigrate as the CEO’s delicate first love, or the company’s CFO?] I passed. Too weak.
I used the highest-level identity card instead. The second I walked in, a wave of greetings hit me. “Old Madam Holt!” *** The elevator doors opened. The suits stopped in their tracks and bowed. “Madam.” “Madam.” I nodded and kept walking. The second I reached the CEO’s office, a sugary voice stopped me. “Oh my God, Old Madam! You came all the way here? You should’ve called—I would’ve arranged a reception!” It was Tessa Blake, Spencer’s executive assistant. She hurried over, reaching for my bag. I stepped aside. “Where’s Lauren?” First thing first—find my best friend. Tessa’s hand froze for half a second, then dropped. “Ms. Brooks? She’s inspecting the Riverbend Development site today.” “Inspecting the site?” I looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky was dark. Rain hammered the glass. The buildings across the street were barely visible.
In this weather, even the construction crews had pulled out. What the hell was she inspecting? I kept my voice low. “Go get her.” Tessa jumped in fast. “Madam, Mr. Holt personally assigned that task. Lauren’s supposed to be out there for five hours today.” “She’s only done two and a half. If we pull her early, Mr. Holt won’t be happy.” “I’ll explain it to Spencer.” I glanced at her, then at the others. “Go to Riverbend. Bring Lauren back.” The management team scrambled. “Madam, give us one minute to arrange it.” Good. Even though I’d stepped down as chairman three years ago, these people hadn’t forgotten who built this company. “Don’t bother. Use my car.” I didn’t want to wait one more second. I signaled my head of security and walked out. Everyone else followed. Margaret Holt was showing up at an abandoned construction site. If even a hair on her head was harmed, every single person in that building would be out of a job. Ten minutes later, we pulled up to Riverbend.
The whole site was deserted. Except for Lauren. She was standing under a few exposed beams, using her purse to block the rain. She was soaked through. Shivering. Her lips were purple. Her eyes weren’t focusing. I ripped off my jacket and wrapped it around her. “Lauren, stay awake.” “I’m taking you to the hospital.” My security team moved fast—one held an umbrella, another grabbed towels, a third was already on the phone with the nearest ER. I grabbed her freezing hand and pulled her toward the car. But Tessa followed me, holding her own umbrella, and let out this fake little sigh. “Madam, don’t you think Lauren’s being a little dramatic?” “If she can’t handle a little hardship, how is she supposed to be Spencer’s wife?” I stopped.
I looked right at her. “Tessa, who told you that being Spencer’s wife requires hardship?” Tessa’s mouth opened. “Lauren’s been pampered her whole life—” I cut her off. “I’ve been married into the Holt family for thirty years. No one ever told me I had to stand in the rain at an abandoned construction site to earn my place.” “But you, just an executive assistant, think you get to set the rules for this family?” Her face went pale. “Madam, that’s not what I meant—” That’s when a black Maybach pulled into the site entrance. A cold, sharp-looking man stepped out with an umbrella.