Chapter 4

Vivian's voice quickly came through the phone.

"Quinn, I want a divorce!"

I spoke expressionlessly.

"Judging by your tone, Vivian, you've already found your next man, haven't you?"

I could feel Vivian's excitement even through the screen.

"How much money do you want? Name your price."

"As long as you agree to divorce me, you can ask for whatever you want."

She didn't answer my question directly, but I wasn't in a hurry. After all, boiling a frog in warm water required patience.

"I don't need the money. I'm sure it won't be long before the Caldwell family collapses."

Then I suddenly changed my tone, my voice turning colder.

"I just want to know one thing right now. Who's the one who dared to interfere and steal my woman?"

Sensing my anger, Vivian immediately let out a scornful laugh.

"You're not worthy of knowing his name."

"But I can tell you this—he's from New York, at a level you could never reach."

Hearing Vivian's words, I almost laughed out loud. Someone from the same place as me, and I wouldn't know them? Impossible.

I was just curious about who exactly this person could be. To dare steal my woman—they must have a death wish.

Before I could respond, Marcus snatched the phone back.

"Alright, alright. Even if Vivian told you who it was, what could you do about it?"

"I suggest you just take off your clothes obediently. That way you'll at least get some severance pay."

"For a freeloader like you, that's a pretty good deal, wouldn't you say?"

Facing Marcus's repeated provocations, not only did I not lose my temper, I endured it again and again.

Not because I was afraid of him, but because I still hadn't figured out who was behind all this.

Now that the truth had surfaced, I naturally didn't need to indulge him anymore.

"Enough!"

I scanned my eyes around the room.

"This meeting clearly can't continue. So now I'm giving all of you two choices."

"Those who know what's good for them should leave immediately. The rest, I'll consider enemies of Quinn."

"And I never show mercy to my enemies."

As soon as I finished speaking, the surrounding employees burst into laughter.

"Everyone heard that, right? This pretty boy is actually giving us choices. How hilarious!"

"Quinn, you don't still think you're a manager, do you?"

"Everyone heard that phone call. Even Vivian has abandoned you. What right do you have to spout such arrogance here?"

I suppressed the anger in my heart and spoke slowly.

"I wonder if any of you have heard the saying: there's always a higher mountain, always someone better."

"When I, Quinn, do things, I never rely on women."

I looked disappointedly at the smiling faces before me, feeling somewhat let down.

Was this what the workplace was really like?

Usually when they called me a freeloader or a pretty boy, I just took it as a joke.

But I never expected that just because Vivian wanted to divorce me, everyone would laugh at me.

Was this the consequence of keeping too low a profile?

Because of my special status, I'd been hiding all these years, rarely showing my face in public.

Even when I occasionally overheard company employees gossiping about me behind my back, I just laughed it off.

But I never imagined my usual easygoing attitude would become these people's license to be arrogant.

Seeing that I still wasn't moving, Marcus's face immediately darkened.

"Hey, Quinn! I'm counting to three. If you still don't strip, I'll have them do it for you!"

I put my hands in my pockets and looked at him sideways.

"Alright, alright. I've played along with your little show long enough. It's time to demonstrate some real power."

My words instantly enraged Marcus. He rolled up his sleeves and charged at me.

Just then, the conference room doors suddenly opened.

All the employees, including Marcus, turned around in unison.

A young man about my age swaggered into the room.

"Mr. Foster, I heard you were asking about me?"