Chapter 7 You're My Ex-Husband—You Have No Right to Question Me

Just then, someone else wanted to collaborate, but they insisted on meeting Ruby in person. Since the other party was in the same city as her, Harper thought it over and agreed, setting up a meeting time.

When they met the next day at noon, both were surprised...

Harper chose to meet because she was ready to continue her career—there was no need to keep hiding.

Everyone would find out sooner or later that Ruby was her.

She just hadn't expected that the person she'd meet would be Evan's competitor, Sean Parker from the Parkers.

The Parkers held a smaller share in the jewelry industry compared to the Morgan family, and they'd been constantly trying to grab market share from Morgan Corporation.

On top of that, Evan and Sean had never gotten along since childhood—they were basically each other's least favorite person.

Sean hadn't expected to meet Harper either.

As a competitor, no one knew Evan better than he did, and he knew plenty about Evan's wife Harper too.

But now it seemed his previous understanding needed to be questioned.

They'd arranged to meet at a French restaurant. Sean gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Harper: "Miss Wilson, please have a seat."

Not being called Mrs. Morgan gave Harper a good first impression of Sean.

After they each ordered, they finally got down to business.

"Miss Wilson, I'd like to invite you to join my company as chief designer. I'll offer you the best compensation—what do you think?" Sean wore a perfectly measured smile, polite and appropriate.

Originally, he'd just reached out about collaboration on a whim, never expecting to actually get a meeting with Ruby.

Logically, Ruby should choose Morgan Corporation. Whether in terms of financial resources, compensation, or growth opportunities, it was stronger than Parker Corporation.

After meeting Harper, he became determined to have her.

No matter what it took, he would bring Harper to his company. Evan's expression would be priceless.

Harper wore a knowing smile: "Mr. Parker is offering such generous terms because you value my former identity as Mrs. Morgan, right?"

Sean didn't deny it. "We're competitors. Business is like a battlefield—whoever seizes the advantage first wins half the battle. Besides..."

He paused, a hint of interest in his eyes. "Evan still doesn't know you're Ruby. It's hard to say Miss Wilson hasn't been deliberately hiding it."

In other words, their goals aligned.

Their collaboration would be a powerful alliance.

Deliberately hiding it? Not really. At first, Harper had planned to tell Evan, but unfortunately, no one wanted to listen or understand.

Just then, the waiter brought their appetizers, and their conversation paused.

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Meanwhile, the assistant was reporting to Evan: "Mr. Morgan, Ruby hasn't accepted our collaboration request. Also, Mrs. Morgan appears to be having lunch with Mr. Parker..."

"What? Which Mr. Parker?" The stock price had recovered somewhat and the pressure had eased slightly, but there was still plenty of work. Evan didn't immediately register who Mr. Parker was.

The assistant carefully glanced at Evan's expression and lowered his voice: "Sean..."

"Bang!" Evan slammed his fist on the desk. They weren't even officially divorced yet, and she was having lunch with his rival?!

"Tell me where!" Grabbing his coat, Evan headed out with a dark expression.

The assistant quickly gave him the address and rushed to have the driver bring the car up from the underground garage.

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"...I can consider the collaboration you mentioned and give you an answer in a few days." Harper's tone was light and cheerful, genuine pleasure showing through.

Evan arrived just in time to hear this, anger rising inside him, though he had to suppress it—he couldn't let Sean enjoy the show.

The main course had just been finished, and Harper was elegantly setting down her knife and fork.

"What collaboration are you discussing? What terms did Mr. Parker offer? Why don't you repeat them?" Shifting his gaze, Evan looked directly at Sean, his eyes full of undisguised disdain.

Facing Evan, Sean's smile disappeared too, his tone as impatient as Evan's: "I'm discussing collaboration with Miss Wilson, not you. Why should I tell you?"

Evan stood over them, his slightly leaning posture carrying a sense of pressure: "Mr. Parker, you're discussing collaboration with my wife while avoiding me. That makes me question your intentions."

Sean didn't back down, unfazed by Evan's presence: "Mr. Morgan, you've never publicly acknowledged that Miss Wilson is your wife."

Her dining mood ruined, Harper had no desire to continue.

She stood up and looked directly at Evan, her tone full of mockery: "Evan, we're already divorced. As my ex-husband, what right do you have to question my business!"

"Mr. Parker, let's end here for today. We'll meet again next time." Harper nodded apologetically at Sean, then left the restaurant directly, giving Evan no face at all.

When Harper nodded, Sean returned an understanding look, then left as well.

Watching them exchange glances right in front of him, Evan felt rage surging. He didn't even know why he was angry, but he was furious.

After leaving the restaurant, he called his assistant: "Find out what collaboration Sean and Harper discussed!"

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To meet more potential clients, Harper attended the business gala that evening.

In the past three years, she'd never accompanied Evan to any business events, but she was from the Wilson family after all, and she knew plenty of people in upper circles.

She'd just always kept a low profile, so not many people knew her.

Harper wore an off-shoulder, pale yellow floor-length gown that perfectly showed off her slender neck. The form-fitting dress outlined her curves—sexy yet elegant.

Even though she stayed in a corner, she still attracted plenty of attention.

Claire attended the gala with Evan as his date.

She was dressed to the nines today, her hair completely pinned up, wearing sparkling jewelry on her ears and neck—all Ruby's designs.

She wore a burgundy one-shoulder high-slit mermaid gown that showed off her figure while making her look like a flame, the center of attention wherever she went.

Claire spotted Harper immediately. While Evan was talking with other company executives, she headed toward Harper.

Gently swirling her wine glass, a flash of calculation crossed Claire's eyes.

She deliberately stumbled, and her wine glass flew from her hand: "Ah, watch out..."

Hearing the sound, Harper instinctively turned to dodge, but some of the red wine still landed on her skirt, leaving a trail of red stains.

Claire steadied herself, looking at Harper with apologetic anxiety: "Sorry, I lost my balance just now. What should we do..."

Having a stained dress was very improper. Harper saw through Claire's plan immediately—she wanted to embarrass her at the gala.

"It's fine, I'll go take care of it." Now wasn't the time to assign blame. Harper turned to find a server to escort her out.

It was just a small incident—not many people noticed. Claire watched Harper's retreating figure smugly. Want to stand beside Evan? Impossible. Only I can be by his side!

She returned to Evan's side, once again elegant and beautiful.

"Wow, who is that? She's gorgeous."

"I've never seen such a beautiful lady. I want to know her name."

The rising chorus of voices drew everyone's attention.

Claire looked over too: "How is that possible!"