Chapter 4

On the day of Mrs. Davis's birthday, I arrived at the Davis family villa right on time.

I was greeted by the scorn and disdain of Chloe's relatives.

My status in the Davis family was even lower than that of a housekeeper; before, I often helped with chores when I came over.

The Davis family company was initially founded by Mrs. Davis herself. After divorcing Chloe's father, she started her own business.

The company's current success had always been her pride.

In the living room, not far away, Chloe and Brandon were gathered around Mrs. Davis, talking about something, looking utterly harmonious and happy.

"Why are you here? I didn't ask Chloe to inform you, did I? Since you're here, go take out the trash."

Mrs. Davis spoke first.

"It's your birthday today, and I've come to give you a grand gift," I said slowly.

"A gift? How much money do you have to give me a gift? My daughter runs such a big company; there's nothing I don't have. Do I need anything from you? I'd rather you send my daughter and Brandon into the bridal chamber."

"Mom, what are you saying?"

Chloe blushed shyly.

I looked at their harmonious scene. Back then, if it weren't for Chloe's insistence, I would never have passed her mother's approval.

Her mother looked down on my background and my job.

We were from the same university and major, but Brandon went into a leading corporation while I had to rely on Chloe to enter their family company.

Brandon was her ideal son-in-law.

"I'm here today, first, to give you a grand gift, and second, to tell you that Chloe and I have decided to divorce."

Upon hearing my words, her mother's eyes instantly lit up.

"Really? Don't expect to take a single penny from our family after the divorce. My daughter has worked tirelessly all these years to support you, never complaining. You're an ungrateful wretch."

"So, what's this grand gift you're bringing me?" Mrs. Davis eagerly asked.

"Don't be so impatient."

I opened the voice recorder on my phone. Chloe and Brandon's voices clearly filled the ears of everyone present.

"Chloe, you absolutely can't divorce Liam! If you divorce him, who will help me with all those programs?"

"Brandon, you'll manage. We've played this charade long enough. I want my real life with you to start now."

"No! What about my career if he leaves? Are you willing to flush my career for a feeling?"

"Then we'll find another ghostwriter. If it makes you secure, take it. My shares. The transfer is drafted. What's mine is yours."

"Really? All of it? I can't bear to see you compromise for my sake."

"Every share. It's my company. I decide. Don't you trust me? Then sign it."

The scratch of a signature. Then, the fervent kisses, the muffled moans.

The entire room fell silent.

Mrs. Davis's face was flushed with anger. She abruptly stood up.

"Chloe! What is the meaning of this?"