Charles, Miranda, and six men from the global elite alliance stared at Joseph in disbelief. They had just heard the punishment Joseph demanded: kneeling, licking his shoes, and barking like dogs. This wasn’t just an insult; it was the complete destruction of their dignity in front of their Madam Boss! “Madam Boss, you’re not serious, are you?” Charles asked with a trembling voice, trying to maintain composure despite the cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Jennifer remained standing tall, her expression emotionless. She gave a short nod, signaling her agreement with Joseph’s decision. “Just do it,” she said softly, her words as sharp as a blade. Charles clenched his fists, his anger and humiliation evident. But he knew better than to defy Madam Boss’s orders. Reluctantly, he was the first to kneel, followed by Miranda and the six others. Joseph turned casually, waving a hand toward Jacky, his assistant. “Record everything. I want this documented properly,” he said, his t

"You know I don't like small talk," Joseph said, breaking the silence. His voice was deep and firm. "So, what’s the reason you asked me to come here?" Jennifer gave a faint smile, one that didn’t diminish her aura of authority but rather added a layer of intrigue. She picked up her teacup gracefully, blew gently on the steam rising from it, and sipped it slowly before placing it back on the table. "Like your father," she finally said, her tone soft yet full of meaning. "You dislike small talk, and... you always look charismatic when you're angry." Joseph didn’t respond. His expression remained cold and unreadable, but his dark eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. Jennifer didn’t seem bothered. Instead, she took her time, sipping her tea again before continuing. "First of all," she said as she carefully placed her cup back on the saucer, "I wanted to see my son, of course. It’s been half a year since we last met. You haven’t reached out or come to Aussa to visit my home." Jose

Joseph was enjoying a cup of black coffee when his phone rang. The screen displayed his wife's name. He smiled faintly and answered the call. "Honey, I'm so proud of you!" Katty's cheerful voice came from the other end. "You handled everything so elegantly. The world now knows who Joseph Guezz truly is!" Joseph chuckled softly. "Thank you, Honey." "Oh, and I have great news," Katty continued, her excitement evident. "G Company is receiving a flood of partnership offers! So many foreign companies want to invest, and even those that previously terminated their contracts are coming back, begging to work with us again. Do you know what? They’re offering twice the profit!" Joseph closed his eyes briefly, considering her words. "That’s good news," he said calmly. "But I want you to reject all the companies that previously terminated their contracts. Don’t give them a second chance." Katty paused briefly before asking, "Are you sure? They’re offering significant benefits, Honey."

Mr. Barta, who had been holding back for quite some time, could no longer suppress his anger. His face turned red, and his hands trembled as he slammed his fork onto the table with a loud clang. “You have no shame, Helen!” Mr. Barta said in a cold tone. “At my old age, it’s only natural that I live comfortably like this. Katty provides me with these facilities not because I demanded them, but because I’ve taken good care of her since she was a child. I made sure she went to school and got the best education. I raised our children alone after you left, without even a shred of help from you.” Mrs. Helen sobbed, but her cries sounded more like theatrics than genuine sadness. She looked at Katty with teary eyes, ignoring Mr. Barta’s words. “Katty, my sweetheart… you know how hard my life has been. My husband divorced me. Now, I’m old and have no one left. I can’t work like I used to. I came here just to ask for your help, my own daughter.” Katty looked confused, sitting still with wide

Joseph stood beside Katty, his face calm despite the turmoil in his heart. Before him, Uncle Bura spoke confidently, his words dripping with condescension.The relatives present murmured among themselves, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.“Katty,” Uncle Bura's voice echoed, “you’re an intelligent and talented woman. Why do you keep holding on to a husband who only relies on you? This Joseph… he’s nothing but a burden.”“Uncle Bura, that’s enough,” Katty said firmly, her eyes sharp and unwavering. “Joseph is not what you think. He is my husband and the father of my child. If you cannot respect him, please watch your words!”Uncle Bura scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Why should I? Everyone knows Joseph is just leeching off you. Even all the accomplishments that have been in the news lately… they’re because of your name, not his!”The murmurs among the relatives grew louder. Some began nodding in agreement.A female cousin of Katty suddenly chimed in. “Uncle Bura is right, Ka