Chapter 4

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the company, Nora's best friend summoned me to her office.

Upon entering, Alex walked up to shake my hand.

I pulled away without hesitation, giving him a disgusted look.

Acting innocent, he asked, "Ryan, do you hate me?"

I shot him a disdainful glance, thinking he was clearly out of touch.

Isn't it obvious? Why even ask?

Nora couldn't stand seeing the one she loved being slighted, so she immediately pointed at me and criticized my lack of manners.

I was irritated. "Why did you call me here? I'm busy. Let's get to the point."

Nora was so angry she wanted to hit me, but Alex held her back.

He picked up a gym bag from the table. "Ryan, this is my gift for you!"

"From now on, I'll be learning how to manage the company from you, so please guide me."

He bent down and handed me the bag with both hands.

But I didn’t take it. "Learning company management from me? Are you serious?"

Nora frowned. "Ryan, don't underestimate people! If you can manage the company, why can't Alex?"

I chuckled. "Isn't it absurd for a fitness trainer to manage a company?"

Nora was so angry she stomped her foot. "That's none of your concern! Just say whether you're willing to teach him or not!"

I was beyond exasperated and didn't want to argue with her anymore.

"Fine, I've got plenty of people under me; one more won't make a difference."

I looked at her calmly.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

"That's more like it!"

"Take the gift from Alex, just accept it!"

I frowned at the bag. "Don't you know I don't like bags?"

Nora's expression shifted, but she stayed stubborn. "You don't have to carry it around! It doesn't take up space!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not dumb; I don't want this junk cluttering up my space!"

I didn't want to argue further and turned to leave.

"You’re really pushing it. Are my words meaningless to you now?"

Alex pulled her arm, looking pitiful. "Nora, it’s my fault for not considering everything. Don’t pressure Ryan."

His fake act made me feel sick.

Nora, feeling heartbroken, hugged Alex, gently stroking his hair to comfort him.

She turned and glared at me. "Ryan, didn’t your mom teach you to respect other people's intentions?"

She opened the bag and pulled out a tank top, offering it to me.

"I'm your wife. What I say goes!"

"And now, I want you to put on this tank top!"

She looked at me coldly, waiting for me to give in like before.

But I didn’t.

I just calmly took out my resignation letter and placed it on her desk.

Nora looked at the resignation letter, full of disbelief.

"What do you mean by this?"

I ignored her question and handed her a pen.

"Just sign it!"