Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 30

“James! I’m so sorry—she didn’t mean it, really! Please don’t take it personally!”

The event organizer was all apologies, flashing a nervous smile as they gently pulled Emmy out of the way.

James? Mr. Nelson?

Emmy’s thoughts were a mess.

Standing in front of her was the infamous, mysterious James Nelson from Nelson Corporation—the same last name as her firefighter husband, and honestly, he could’ve been his twin. The resemblance was unreal.

For a split second, Emmy’s mind ran wild. Was this one of those over-the-top stories where one brother grows up as the golden heir, while the other’s left to fend for himself, not knowing anything about his family? It was ridiculous, but the thought wouldn’t let go.

Before she could even process it, the man strode past her like she was invisible, eyes fixed straight ahead.

A worried assistant rushed over. “Ms. Lincoln, are you okay? That was James Nelson from the Nelson family! You’re not hurt, are you?”

Emmy shook her head, still a little dazed. “I’m fine,” she managed.

Snapping herself out of it, she dug through her purse for her phone and called James’s number. It rang and rang, but nobody picked up.

Biting her lip, she quickly switched to texting.

Do you have a brother or maybe a twin named Jamie?

Send.

Meanwhile, Mr. Nelson had already retreated to the farthest VIP lounge, looking right at home sprawled across a plush sofa. He spun his phone between long fingers, the kind of guy whose presence just fills the room. Bodyguards stood by the door, making sure nobody got close.

Emmy was stuck on the outside, with no way to see what was happening inside.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She fumbled it out and saw a new message:

No siblings. Only child.

Why do you ask?

Only child.

Emmy’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay calm. Straightening up, she managed an apologetic smile. If she was already here, she might as well go for it. She walked up, pulled out her business card, and offered it with both hands.

“James, I’m so sorry to barge in. I’m Emmy Lincoln, Director at Forward Technology. I’d love to talk about getting our team into the running for your Vista Home project.”

He didn’t take the card. He didn’t even look at her.

He just leaned back on the sofa, spinning his phone in his hand, the air around him so tense it was hard to breathe.

The Vista Home director nearby was sweating bullets, watching his boss’s expression, clearly too scared to say a word.

Emmy’s hand hung awkwardly in the air, but she didn’t budge.

“I know Vista Home is aiming for a fully integrated smart home system. With our deep learning algorithms and IoT sensor network, we can deliver a truly predictive, adaptive living experience—something nobody else can match…”

“I led the architecture for the Dome at Starlight Corporation, by the way.”

At that, the man’s fingers stopped, his phone pausing mid-spin.