The truth was simple—Hailey Tang's divorce agreement had been leaked.
And not just leaked—it was exposed with vivid detail, down to every clause and condition, making it impossible for anyone to doubt its authenticity.
Now nearly everyone knew that Ethan Yu was getting a divorce.
On the way to the company, Ethan's phone wouldn't stop ringing. One call after another, the same question repeated again and again—
"Is it true? Are you really getting divorced?"
Eventually, he was so infuriated that he simply turned off his phone. He didn't answer anyone's calls.
The door to the CEO's office flew open with a bang.
Ethan Yu strode in, his presence sharp and suffocating, like a storm about to erupt. Behind him followed a trail of seven or eight assistants and secretaries, all trying their best to keep up.
"What the hell happened?!" he demanded, spinning around, his voice colder than ice.
Under the weight of his piercing gaze, everyone froze. No one dared move, let alone speak.
Ethan was already intimidating on an ordinary day—even when silent, his aura commanded fear. Now that he was truly angry, it was terrifying.
No one stepped forward, until Lin Xinyer, the chief secretary, finally broke the silence. Her expression was calm, her posture professional.
"President Yu," she said evenly, "this was our oversight. Yesterday, someone accidentally opened the document folder you left on your desk and discovered the divorce agreement inside. But I immediately instructed everyone not to mention a word of it outside this office."
Ethan had left work earlier than usual the night before, and when he departed, several of his secretaries had still been in the office.
Although he had many secretaries, only a handful had clearance to enter his office and handle his documents.
Normally, he would lock away any confidential materials. Anything left out in the open was usually unimportant.
Unfortunately, he hadn't realized that the folder Hailey gave him contained a divorce agreement. He had completely forgotten about it.
If he had known, he never would've left it exposed. And if it hadn't been left out, no one would've found it.
But even if they had discovered it accidentally, they should have known better than to let it leak. They were all well aware that this was the most critical moment for the Dongfang Group.
A divorce scandal at a time like this could seriously damage the company's interests.
Ethan's eyes narrowed like blades. "Who opened it?"
The moment he spoke, a female secretary trembled violently, her face pale with fear.
"You?" Ethan's gaze locked onto her like a sniper's scope.
The secretary immediately burst into tears. "I'm sorry, President Yu! I didn't mean to! I didn't know what the document was—I just saw the folder and opened it. I swear I didn't know it was important…"
Ethan's eyes swept over the rest of the group. "Who else saw it? Who else knew?"
One by one, all of the secretaries—including Lin Xinyer—raised their hands silently.
His eyes narrowed further, fixing on Lin Xinyer now.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward again, taking full responsibility. "President, it was my failure to supervise them. I'll accept any punishment you see fit."
But Ethan didn't respond to her admission. Instead, he cut straight to the heart of the matter: "Who leaked it?"
Silence.
No one dared answer. No one was that stupid. Admitting to it was social and professional suicide.
Ethan's lips curled into a frosty, menacing smile. "Everyone out. You have thirty minutes. If no one confesses, all of you are fired."
"…Yes, sir." Lin Xinyer nodded and ushered the others out.
As the office door clicked shut behind them, panic broke loose among the group.
"What do we do now?" one secretary whispered frantically. "It wasn't me—I swear I didn't leak anything."
"Same here! I didn't say a word!"
"I swear on my life, it wasn't me either!"
They all denied it. But someone was clearly lying.
Lin Xinyer's expression turned serious. Her voice was calm but carried weight. "If none of you did it, then who did? One of you must've leaked it. Whoever it is, I suggest you confess now. Maybe the president will be more lenient."
At only 22 years old, Lin Xinyer had already climbed her way to chief secretary—an accomplishment that made the others resent her.
They didn't like her. And right now, no one wanted to take the fall.