THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH

MRS AGATHA WHITE

In the next second, she was already on her feet.

A bright smile spread across her face as she hurried forward, her heels clicking quickly against the polished ground. “Senator Gatlin!” she called out warmly, her voice filled with excitement.

The man barely had time to take another step before she reached him.

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled back slightly and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

The crowd erupted.

Claps filled the air. Cameras flashed wildly. Reporters pushed forward, eager to capture the moment.

“What a perfect pair!”

“They look amazing together!”

“Senator Gatlin and Ms. Clara—this is huge!”

Connor stood a distance away from the hotel garden, watching everything unfold.

His gaze didn’t shift.

The woman he had given everything for was now smiling in another man’s arms, glowing with a happiness he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Laughter and whispers surrounded him again.

“Isn’t that her failed husband?”

“Look at him. He’s just standing there.”

“Nonentity.”

Connor face remained calm, but deep inside, something tightened.

He watched as Clara led Senator Gatlin toward the VIP seating area, her hand lightly resting on his arm. Mrs. Sam followed closely behind, smiling proudly, while Mason laughed with a group of elites.

Not one of them looked back.

Connor slowly turned.

The cheers behind him grew louder, echoing through the night.

He walked steadily toward his Mercedes S-Class, his steps firm, controlled. The sound of applause still followed him, mixed with the hum of conversation and laughter.

He reached the car, opened the door, and paused for a brief second.

Then he looked back.

From where he stood, he could see the garden clearly. Senator Gatlin was now seated among the VIPs, with Clara beside him. She leaned slightly toward him, speaking with a smile, as if Connor had never existed.

Connor’s eyes darkened faintly.

Without another word, he got into the car.

The door shut quietly.

The engine started.

And within seconds, he drove off.

Minutes later, Connor arrived home.

The house stood tall and luxurious under the dim night sky, its lights glowing softly. It was still a beautiful place, filled with everything money could buy.

But tonight, it felt empty.

Connor parked and stepped out, his movements slow but steady. He walked inside without hesitation, still dressed in his suit.

The door closed behind him.

Silence.

He walked to the sitting room and dropped onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushion. He didn’t bother removing his jacket or loosening his tie.

His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then, slowly, his mind drifted again.

He remembered the night he signed away his real estate portfolio, even his own luxury mansion… all to save her failing hotel, out of love.

He remembered her tears.

Her trembling voice.

“I won’t forget this, Connor… I’ll never leave you…”

His jaw tightened slightly.

He hadn’t done it because of her words.

He did it because he loves her deeply.

And now… she had everything.

And he had nothing.

A faint breath escaped his lips.

“So… they never really valued me,” he murmured under his breath. “Not her… not her family.”

The words hung in the quiet room.

Then—

A sharp knock broke the silence.

Connor didn’t move immediately.

Another knock followed, louder this time.

“You can come in,” he said calmly.

The door swung open forcefully.

An older woman stepped in, her face filled with anger. She held a small, lifeless puppy in her arms.

“Connor!” she snapped. “What have you done?!”

Connor slowly turned his head, his expression unreadable.

“What are you talking about?” he asked calmly.

“Don’t act innocent!” she shouted, stepping closer. “You killed my puppy!”

Connor’s brows narrowed slightly. “I didn’t kill anything.”

“Yes, you did!” she fired back. “You hit it with your car! My poor baby was already sick, and you finished it off!”

Her voice grew louder with every word.

“I saw you! You were the last person driving through the street!”

Connor sat up slowly, his gaze steady.

“I didn’t hit your puppy,” he said simply.

The woman scoffed. “Liar! You think I don’t know what I saw?”

Connor didn’t respond immediately.

Mrs. Agatha White.

Mrs. Sam’s closest friend.

She lived just behind the house, always watching, always interfering.

“You’ve been nothing but trouble since you came here,” she continued harshly. “Living under a woman’s roof like a useless man. Don't you have any shame?”

Connor’s expression didn’t change.

He had heard worse.

“I said I didn’t do it,” he replied calmly.

“Well, you’ll pay for it!” she snapped. “I’ll tell Mrs. Sam and Clara everything. Let’s see how long they let you stay here after this!”

Connor remained silent, his eyes cold.

Inside, he understood.

It wasn’t about the puppy.

It was about his position.

Since he sold everything, people had been treating him like this—blaming him, insulting him, looking down on him over the smallest things.

Even things he didn’t do.

“I’ll make sure they seize that car of yours,” she went on. “You don’t deserve it! Either you bring my puppy back to life or you buy me a new one!”

Connor leaned back slightly.

“I won’t argue with you,” he said.

The calmness in his voice only made her angrier.

“You think staying quiet will save you?” she snapped.

Connor said nothing.

He wasn’t a man who wasted words—especially not in arguments like this.

Mrs. White stared at him, her chest rising and falling.

“Fine!” she hissed. “We’ll see what happens when they hear about this!”

She turned sharply and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The house fell silent again.

Connor exhaled slowly.

He let her words pass through him like air.

Then—

His Samsung phone buzzed.

He didn’t move.

The phone buzzed again.

This time, he turned his head slightly and glanced at it.

The screen lit up.

His eyes narrowed in disbelief.

Then, slowly, he reached for the phone and picked it up from the cushion.

And for the first time that night—

Connor’s calm expression shifted.