Chapter 1

After signing the multi-billion dollar contract with Robertson Corp., our company held a celebration dinner.

When a roast chicken was served, Chloe Belle’s assistant, Ethan Calderon, deliberately cut out the fatty, greasy piece of the roast chicken and put it on my plate:

“You’re just a lazy, good-for-nothing freeloader.”

“All you do is hide in your office, enjoying the AC and sipping coffee, while we do all the hard work and accomplishments.”

“This chicken tail is perfect for you, isn’t it?”

“After you’re done, go clean out your office. Miss Belle says she needs that spot for someone more capable.”

I turned to Chloe Belle, her eyes offered only silent confirmation.

I chuckled, then casually picked up the chicken tail and stuffed it into Ethan Calderon’s mouth.

Immediately, I pulled out my phone and made a call: “Get the contract back. I’m canceling our partnership with Belle Corp.”

I helped Chloe Belle grow her small company into the large corporation it is today.

I worried she might get bullied by competitors when I wasn't always by her side, so even though Belle Corp. wasn’t quite qualified to partner with Robertson Corp., I agreed to it for her protection.

But she didn't know I was the actual head of Robertson Corp. I planned to tell her on her birthday.

Who would have thought that after the contract was signed, every time I tried to order a dish, her assistant, Ethan Calderon, would say it was too expensive.

The third time, I looked up at him, annoyed:

“Ethan Calderon, what exactly do you mean by that?”

The air crackled with unspoken tension.

“Are you out of your mind? Can’t you see?”

He shook his head and chuckled, meeting my gaze.

“Certain people deserve certain things. And the dishes you ordered? You don’t deserve them.”

Just then, a waiter brought a roast chicken to the table and said to Ethan Calderon:

“Sir, all your dishes have been served.”

He picked up a fork and reached for the roast chicken, cut off the chicken tail, and placed it on my plate.

“James, you’re just a lazy, good-for-nothing freeloader.”

“All you do is hide in your office, enjoying the AC and sipping coffee, while we do all the hard work and accomplishments.”

“You think a good-for-nothing like you deserves to eat well?”

“Here. Eat up! The chicken tail is plenty greasy; it’s perfect for you.”

“Oh, and by the way.”

“After you’re done, remember to hurry back and clean out your office. Miss Belle said she needs that spot for someone more capable.”

I looked at the chicken tail on my plate, but I didn't get angry.

Everyone watched, tense and fearful, as if a battle was about to erupt between us.

I turned to Chloe Belle. She was wearing a tight professional dress today, accentuating her devilish figure.

But she was sitting so close to Ethan Calderon, they looked like a couple no matter how you sliced it.

Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to breathe.

Everyone knew Chloe and I were married, but her excessive intimacy with Ethan Calderon truly humiliated me in public.

“Chloe…”

“It’s Miss Belle!”

“At this company, no one is allowed to pull strings or try to cozy up to me, and that includes you. You must call me Miss Belle.”

Her voice was loud, every word reaching everyone’s ears.

“Miss Belle!”

My voice turned several degrees colder.

“Is what Ethan Calderon said true?”

She didn't answer me directly; her gaze was dismissive.

Her silent confirmation only fueled Ethan Calderon’s arrogance.

He slammed the table and stood up: “Since you know Miss Belle’s stance, why aren’t you hurrying back to clean out your office…”

“You’re really annoying!”

I picked up the chicken tail with my hand and shoved it directly into his mouth.