Chapter 3

I sat in my chair, flipping through documents, and calmly said, "What's wrong with me firing my assistant?"

Ethan was still pretending, he smiled bitterly and said, "Liam."

"Shut up, who are you to call me Liam?"

"Alright, Mr. Stark, I understand you're angry with me, but this is Mr. Sullivan's appointment. If you fire me directly now, you might look bad at tomorrow's shareholders' meeting."

"Will I?"

I took out my phone, opened the camera, and looked at my face, then said seriously, "I think I look quite handsome. My chin and dimples are the most charming."

He stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape.

Sophia angrily pushed all the documents on my desk to the floor, cursing, "Liam Stark! Do you really think you're the general manager of our family business? Let me tell you the truth, the reason I dated and was going to marry you was only because my dad saw that you had built a team of elites and wanted to win people's hearts first. Now that the company is on track, we don't need you anymore!"

I nodded, I had known this all along.

She continued to sneer, "You're about to become a pauper. Why do you think I made you sign a prenuptial agreement? Whether we get married or divorced, our assets remain separate! Poor thing, you won't even be able to afford a bowl of ramen soon!"

Hearing this, I laughed out loud.

Thank goodness for the prenuptial agreement.

"You still dare to laugh?"

Sophia was about to throw another fit, but I just stood up and adjusted my tie, "Sorry, I have a meeting to attend, so I can't keep you company."

Ethan sighed, "Liam, I know you still can't accept this, so I'll come to take the position tomorrow. Don't worry, you're talented. After I become the general manager in three months, I'll still arrange for you to assist me."

I couldn't be bothered to respond to him and just turned to leave, making a call to my secretary.

When the call connected, I asked, "How are things going?"

The secretary respectfully said, "From tomorrow on, there will be no more Sullivan family."

"Mm, arrange a car for tomorrow morning."

"The shareholders' meeting starts in the morning, where are you going?"

"To the prison, to pick someone up."