“I'm done with this marriage of a thing—It’s over between the both of us, Anthony.” Charlotte Harold said icily, seated across with her arms crossed on her chest. Anthony’s eyes rose with surprise. But he found himself chuckling softly, disbelieving what Charlotte had just said. His hand flew to his chest as if it skipped at Charlotte's words. “Come on, Charlotte. Stop it. Stop joking about something as serious as this. Do you have any idea how my heart almost left my soul?” He casually said with a small smile, thinking she was just joking. However, Charlotte repeated, “Do I look like I'm joking?” She frowned. “I'm deadly serious about it, Anthony. It's over between us.” Not a single sign of a smile escaped her face. “I'm now the CEO of a big company that is held in high regard. This same company is worth over $30 million, qualifying it for the list of the top 20 richest companies in town. And someone like you shouldn't be seen around me.” “What’s that supposed to mean,

Anthony was taken aback by the mention of his name. How did this man get to know his name? And who is he? His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. But he found himself nodding slowly, even though the man couldn't see him. “Yes, I'm Anthony,” he accepted and added, “and please if you don't mind, may I know how you know my name and who you are?” He asked. The man from the other end chuckled softly, barely audible as he spoke with deep emotions, “Just like the way his mother talks—calm and respectful. Ah, my dear, Anthony! I can't believe I'm talking to you right now. I wish I could see your child-like face and touch it.” Anthony wasn't moved by the emotional words. Instead, a deep frown etched on his face. What was this man talking about—calling him dear? And why was he also talking about his mother? His eyebrows furrowed with surprise, yet a slight annoyance. He was pretty sure he had no parents. He was trained and brought up in the orphanage until Harold Westley, Charlotte's fa

“Miss Charlotte, I saw Anthony, your husband, tore this before leaving the compound, and when I had a close look, it was a cheque, so I decided to come show it to you.” One of the clueless maidservants said, bowing her head as she handed the four pieces of paper to Charlotte. Smack! Smack! A tight slap went across her face twice. And her face went downcast, wincing in pain with her hand on the spot. It was Aria who slapped her before Charlotte could even react. “Don't you dare refer to that worthless orphan as my daughter's husband ever again! They're divorced, do you understand?!” The maidservant gave a knee-jerk reaction, “Yes, Ma. I'm sorry.” “Now get lost!” Aria gave her a quick gesture towards the exit door. And she nodded and wanted to hurry away, but Aria called back to her. “Go to his room, gather all his rag belongings, and set them on fire.” The maid-servant then nodded and hurried away with an “Okay, ma.” Aria then sighed annoyedly and looked at Charlotte,

Liam's hand trembled uncontrollably on his phone, finding it difficult to believe Mrs Samantha was actually calling. He glanced at Anthony. Was this young man telling the truth? Astonishment kicked in. Anthony looked at him and gave him a heads-up, urging him to pick up, “Go ahead, it's your boss calling.” He said with a brief smile that vanished almost immediately. Liam nodded, hit the answer button, and pressed the phone to his ear. “What took you so long to pick up?” Samantha's voice came out abruptly. Liam was quick to apologize, his voice slightly shaking, “I'm sorry, ma….” He still occasionally glanced at Anthony. “Hmm…alright. Hope you have seen that young man with you there, that's my son I told you about. He's the heir from now on; make sure to guide him through everything, alright?” “....alright. I'll do absolutely everything within my knowledge and experience to ensure he's perfectly trained.” Liam nodded, reassuring. “I trust you on that. Now, have a nic

The sales associate’s smile of desperation to sell earlier slowly faltered, replaced with something else that was unreadable. There were so many others, way affordable than she had expected Anthony to choose from. Looking at Anthony, the sales associate smiled faintly, “Sir, are you sure you really want to purchase this? There are less expensive ones you can opt for.” She said, “I'll do the favor of showing them to you one after the other.” Hearing that, Anthony knew she was looking down on him. However, he shook his head, standing firm on his word as he repeated, “No, not opting for another. I want to purchase the NQi GT Pro. How much is it worth?” Seeing how firm Anthony's words were, the sales associate gave a short shrug and swallowed hard. If he insists, then there's no problem. Maybe if he hears the price, he'll have no other option but to opt for an affordable one. The sales associate thought in her mind. With that, she cleared her throat and answered, still sk