Chapter 3

Hearing Marcus's words, I almost couldn't hold back my laughter.

It seemed Boston's business world was definitely more entertaining than New York's. At least here I could watch clowns perform.

"Marcus, can your words represent the company?"

I looked at him calmly, though I was actually quite excited inside.

As soon as I finished speaking, Marcus waved his hand dramatically: "Of course!"

"Quinn, let me tell you straight—Vivian is about to divorce you."

"She never liked you from the beginning."

I smiled slightly, my face showing no trace of panic.

"Oh? Really? Did Vivian actually tell you that?"

Marcus nodded instinctively, his eyes full of contempt.

"What else? You don't actually think the chairman of a publicly listed company would like a useless person like you, do you?"

"If it weren't for the old chairman's sake, you should've been kicked out long ago."

So I was right. The Caldwell family thought their wings were strong enough now and wanted to fly solo.

But they obviously picked the wrong target. This trick of discarding someone after using them wouldn't work on me at all.

If I could make the Caldwell family the top of Boston's four great families in such a short time, I could naturally pull them down from that pedestal and leave them with nothing.

For me, it was just a matter of one phone call.

But suddenly I changed my mind.

This game of cat and mouse had to be played to the very end to be interesting.

After all, the main character hadn't even appeared yet. How could it end so quickly?

Marcus still didn't know what I was planning. Seeing me standing motionless, he thought I'd chickened out and became even more brazen.

"Hey, Quinn, everyone's waiting. Are you going to strip or not?"

"If you don't do it yourself, I'll get someone to help you."

With that, he raised the microphone and shouted toward the door.

"Security! Get in here, now!"

Following Marcus's shout, more than a dozen workers wearing Caldwell Group badges rushed into the conference hall.

Under Marcus's command, these security guards quickly rushed toward me and surrounded me.

At the same time, Marcus had already walked down from the podium.

But he was quite cowardly—he only dared stand behind the security guards, about two meters away from me.

"Marcus, are you planning to use force on me?"

"Don't forget, I'm not divorced yet. Aren't you afraid Vivian will hold you accountable?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Marcus burst into loud laughter.

"I knew you'd use Vivian as a shield. Good thing I prepared ahead."

With that, he pulled out his phone in front of everyone and called Vivian.

After the call connected, he smiled sinisterly and handed me the phone.

"Vivian has something to say to you."