Connor stood silent for a long moment, hands still tucked in his pockets, while the wreckage of Harold’s career lay crumpled on the showroom floor. The slap still echoed in the tiled space like a curse that wouldn’t fade. Richard was red-faced, Jimmy watchful, and the staff trembling like leaves in a storm.Finally, Connor spoke, his tone calm, even, but slicing through the silence like glass.“I don’t want to buy a car from here anymore.”The words landed like an execution order.Richard’s eyes widened in horror. His chest heaved. “Young master, please… you must not say that. This… this is just a misunderstanding.” His voice cracked as he tried to bow and smile at the same time. “I’ll personally make sure you get the best deal in the country.”Connor’s expression didn’t change. His gaze was unreadable, flat, but it carried weight like stone. “I said I don’t want it.”The staff glanced at each other, pale. Someone muttered, “Finished… the whole branch is finished…” but the whisper di

The courtyard still held the echo of Elder Dundarra’s voice when Connor stopped at the foot of the steps. Dozens of eyes pressed on his back, waiting, burning with envy or doubt.Dundarra had his head raised high despite his recent illness, his hand steady against the banister, his gaze firm. “Come inside, Connor.”Connor lifted his eyes to meet those of the patriarch, calm and unwavering. “I appreciate your words, sir. But I didn’t come here to join the party. I wish you all the happiness, but I came here only to pick up my wife and take her home.*Kirra’s heart thudded painfully in her chest, hearing the whispers all around herself. “Connor…” she murmured under her breath, her eyes searching his face.But Dundarra broke his silence first. “If you will not enter for yourself, then enter for me. Consider this an apology from me, on behalf of all those who mocked you tonight.”The words stunned the crowd. Never had Dundarra, the proud elder, spoken with such humility before.Milla's

Connor pushed through the doors to the company’s staff entrance, ignoring the sneers and whispers curling around him like smoke. Every step was deliberate, measured. Every laugh that tried to pierce his composure slid off him like rain on steel.“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the famous charity-case husband!” someone called out. “I heard you used to clean bedpans and commodes at an orphanage! Truly a stepping stone for someone aiming for greatness!”A ripple of laughter followed, growing as another voice joined in. “Maybe now you can mop the lobby too, Connor! Or do you want a bonus for that? Oh wait… showing up is probably promotion enough for you.”Connor’s expression never changed. He passed them by with calm precision, heading straight to the security post at the entrance. Sitting down, he became a quiet observer, the snickers washing over him harmlessly.Bandicoot, Kirra’s cousin, appeared near the gate, panic etched into his face. He froze when he saw Connor sitting in the guard

Connor stepped out of the car and straightened his jacket, his jaw tight, mind braced for the first meeting. The city’s late-morning heat seemed inconsequential compared to the storm of whispers and sideways glances that had trailed him since the lobby earlier. Kirra followed discreetly behind, notebook in hand, eyes flicking between him and the bustling street around them.The first client’s office was on the twenty-third floor of a glass tower. Connor’s name was barely a whisper in the reception, but the receptionist’s smirk gave him away—the information that a “low-level staff member” was about to pitch a big deal. Connor didn’t flinch. He had walked through worse humiliation that morning, and this was just the beginning.“Mr. Connor?” a tall man with perfectly gelled hair and an overconfident grin said, extending a hand that looked more like a challenge than a greeting. “I wasn’t expecting… you.”Connor shook it firmly, ignoring the barely concealed mockery in the man’s tone. “I u

Elder Dundarra adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as Connor stepped out of the office, his gaze following Connor’s frame impatiently. The moment the door closed behind his son-in-law, his genial smile stiffened into a cold sneer, and his voice rose with authority.“Gentlemen…”Dundarra began, gesturing toward the three general managers who had just signed under Connor’s name, “let’s be frank. I am speaking solely in your interest, even though your decision might harm my own business in the long run. This man, Connor, might look like he pulled this off, but do you really think it was out of his own merit?”The three managers exchanged glances. Dundarra pressed on, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial tone.“He’s inexperienced. He knows nothing about real estate. The only reason he managed this is because he is married to my daughter. Out of family obligation, I stepped in with my own connections. The boy has no vision, no skills… nothing but nepotism carrying him forward. If you want