The rose in my hand fell to the ground as I saw my fiancée, Sophia Sullivan, lying in bed with another man, still wearing her wedding dress. Tomorrow was supposed to be our wedding day. I forced a bitter smile and said, “Do you know this is our marital home?” Sophia replied nonchalantly, “If we’re going for thrills, might as well go all the way. Besides, what can you do now that you’ve found out? You’re just a dog my father raised. Do you dare to divorce me?” I shook my head and turned to leave. She sneered and called me useless. As I closed the door, I could hear the sound of heavy breathing from inside. For years, I had been working under her father, climbing the corporate ladder. Sophia thought she had me under her thumb. What she didn’t know was that her father had been suffering from dementia for the past six months. With my ambition, I had seized all the power. With just one word from me, her family would go bankrupt immediately. I made two phone calls. One was to notify all friends and relatives that tomorrow’s wedding was canceled. The other was to tell my secretary to inform all shareholders that from today on, I would no longer protect the Sullivan family. The shareholders acted quickly. When I came downstairs, I saw Sophia’s driver rushing over. He bowed deeply to me, then got into the Porsche and drove away. Both the car and the driver were gifts from other shareholders to curry favor with her father. Now, Sophia held no value in their eyes. This woman was still upstairs in the throes of passion, unaware that from now on, forget about a Porsche, she wouldn’t even be able to afford a subway ride. Even this marital home was given to Sophia by a property developer who had heard about our wedding and wanted to befriend me. Just as I sat in my own car, I saw a group of property management staff rushing upstairs. This 3000 square foot riverside apartment was no longer a place Sophia could afford to live in. Soon, Sophia was dragged down by security guards, her clothes in disarray. She yelled frantically, “Don’t touch me! What are you doing? Do you know who my father is?” Her father? After I took over the power, her father was nothing. Sophia saw me in the car. She broke free from the security guards and rushed over, banging on my car window, cursing, “Liam Stark, what trick are you playing? I’m going to tell my father right now and make sure you end up with nothing!” This woman still didn’t understand that she was the one who would end up with nothing. The man beside her anxiously said to me, “Liam, Sophia and I have wronged you, but you can’t just kick her out of her home! Even a dog is loyal to those who feed it. Don’t forget how her father promoted you all these years.” I glanced at the man. I knew him. He was Ethan Gray, Sophia’s high school sweetheart. Sophia had truly loved him for many years. I had always known that when Ethan got the opportunity to study abroad, Sophia gave him her first time. That night she got pregnant and had an abortion, crying that she had lost his child. Once, I was devoted to the Sullivan family. Now, I only cared about this business empire. I calmly told my driver, “Let’s go.” As the scenery outside began to recede, Sophia frantically banged on my car window, hysterically shouting, “Liam Stark, at the shareholders’ meeting the day after tomorrow, I’m going to clean house and kick you, you ungrateful bastard, out of the Sullivan family!”
Ungrateful bastard? I laughed. All these years, people thought Mr. Sullivan was promoting me. But they all forgot that years ago, he built his fortune through smuggling and was caught evading taxes. It was my loyal father who took the blame for everything. Perhaps feeling indebted, he took me in as his godson. On my first day in the Sullivan family, Sophia arrogantly said to me, “They say your dad was my dad’s dog. So from today on, you’re my dog.” That day, Mr. Sullivan laughed it off, telling me that kids say the darnedest things and not to take it to heart. From that day on, I lived for the Sullivan family. In front of her classmates, Sophia would call me “puppy,” making me carry her backpack and do her homework. If I showed the slightest resistance, she would angrily announce in front of everyone, “You bastard without a father, if my dad hadn’t taken you in, you’d have starved to death by now. How dare you be so ungrateful!” When I wore new clothes for New Year, she would go around telling everyone that her dad bought my clothes and gave me my New Year’s money. From childhood, I was that loyal dog. When I grew up and entered Sullivan Group, I rose through the ranks quickly. But every step I took was stained with invisible blood, as I eliminated every enemy that posed a threat to Sophia for Mr. Sullivan. I built a throne, just waiting for Sophia to return. All these years, she only cared about eating, drinking, and having fun, letting me pave the way for her. Once she was done playing around, she could directly take the throne. Come to think of it, it’s fortunate that she only cared about having fun, neglecting even her own father. Otherwise, how could I have obtained this vast business empire? The next day, Sophia came, bringing Ethan Gray with her. She pushed open my office door and angrily scolded, “Well, well, Liam Stark, you really dared to cancel the wedding.” I glanced at her and calmly asked, “What’s the matter?” “Where’s my dad? All my cards have been frozen. Ethan had to pay for the cab fare to get here.” I casually replied, “The chairman is out of state for a business deal.” In fact, how could he possibly be on a business trip? He had even forgotten who he was and had long been arranged by me to stay in a nursing home abroad. Sophia looked into my eyes, suddenly laughing in extreme anger, “I was planning to kick you out at tomorrow’s shareholders’ meeting, but I can’t stand the sight of your face anymore. It’s making me sick. Don’t act all high and mighty sitting in that position, get out!” She took out a document and slammed it on my desk. I picked it up and saw it was a personnel appointment letter. “Hereby appoint Mr. Ethan Gray as the assistant to the general manager of our company, to take office immediately upon Mr. Gray’s return to the country.” It was signed by Mr. Sullivan, dated exactly six months ago. Starting directly as the assistant to the general manager, this was clearly aiming for my position, expecting me to train him hands-on. Indeed, Mr. Sullivan only saw me as the Sullivan family’s dog. Sophia sneered, “Let me tell you, you can wear that suit for three more months at most. This chair is for Ethan!” Ethan hypocritically said, “I’m sorry, Sophia said the company was busy and hoped I could come help out. I didn’t know it would be like this.” I nodded and extended my hand to him, “Welcome aboard.” Ethan shook my hand, his face full of triumphant smiles. I withdrew my hand, “But you just stepped into the office with your left foot first, which is not good for the company’s image. Go to HR and process your resignation.” Ethan’s smile gradually froze. Sophia’s eyes widened, “How dare you! You actually fired Ethan!”
I sat in my chair, flipping through documents, and calmly said, “What’s wrong with me firing my assistant?” Ethan was still pretending, he smiled bitterly and said, “Liam.” “Shut up, who are you to call me Liam?” “Alright, Mr. Stark, I understand you’re angry with me, but this is Mr. Sullivan’s appointment. If you fire me directly now, you might look bad at tomorrow’s shareholders’ meeting.” “Will I?” I took out my phone, opened the camera, and looked at my face, then said seriously, “I think I look quite handsome. My chin and dimples are the most charming.” He stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape. Sophia angrily pushed all the documents on my desk to the floor, cursing, “Liam Stark! Do you really think you’re the general manager of our family business? Let me tell you the truth, the reason I dated and was going to marry you was only because my dad saw that you had built a team of elites and wanted to win people’s hearts first. Now that the company is on track, we don’t need you anymore!” I nodded, I had known this all along. She continued to sneer, “You’re about to become a pauper. Why do you think I made you sign a prenuptial agreement? Whether we get married or divorced, our assets remain separate! Poor thing, you won’t even be able to afford a bowl of ramen soon!” Hearing this, I laughed out loud. Thank goodness for the prenuptial agreement. “You still dare to laugh?” Sophia was about to throw another fit, but I just stood up and adjusted my tie, “Sorry, I have a meeting to attend, so I can’t keep you company.” Ethan sighed, “Liam, I know you still can’t accept this, so I’ll come to take the position tomorrow. Don’t worry, you’re talented. After I become the general manager in three months, I’ll still arrange for you to assist me.” I couldn’t be bothered to respond to him and just turned to leave, making a call to my secretary. When the call connected, I asked, “How are things going?” The secretary respectfully said, “From tomorrow on, there will be no more Sullivan family.” “Mm, arrange a car for tomorrow morning.” “The shareholders’ meeting starts in the morning, where are you going?” “To the prison, to pick someone up.”
At the prison gate. I sat in the Maybach, looking over the planning documents for tomorrow. As the prison gates opened, my father walked out carrying a bag, dressed plainly. The secretary hurried over to carry his bag, while he came to my side, touching the car door, and sighed, “Mr. Sullivan is so kind, letting you ride in such an expensive car.” I calmly said, “Get in.” He sat in the car somewhat awkwardly, even wiping the seat, “I’m dirty, don’t want to soil Mr. Sullivan’s car. Son, I’m really relieved I left you with Mr. Sullivan, look how well he’s raised you.” “Raised me?” I laughed coldly, “In middle school, Sophia forced me to wash her feet in front of her classmates to show off that she had a servant, and wanted me to drink her foot-washing water. When I refused, she slapped me three times in public. When her father found out, he just told her not to joke around. Is that what you call raising me? “I studied hard and got into a top university. Because she needed someone to serve her, I was arranged to go to a third-rate college. While I was cleaning her dorm, she was in a hotel serving her dear Ethan. After her abortion, when she was weak, she still ordered me around. Is that what you call raising me? “I’ll never forget the taste of that foot-washing water. I’ll never forget the humiliation I suffered as a man.” The smile on my father’s face gradually froze. He said quietly, “You can’t be ungrateful. Look at you now, dressed to the nines, all thanks to the Sullivan family’s help.” I remained silent. We were on different paths, incompatible. My father had been loyal to the Sullivan family for decades, happy to gnaw on any bone they threw him. But I was different. After all the hardships I’d endured, all the bullying I’d suffered, no one could stand above me anymore! I brought him here today to let him witness with his own eyes the fall of the Sullivan family, and see me rise to the top! When the car arrived at the entrance of Sullivan Group, Sophia and Ethan were already waiting there. As soon as my father saw Sophia, he humbly approached her, “Sophia, you’ve grown so big.” Sophia looked at him with disgust, “Mister, who are you? How do you know me?” “I’m your Uncle Stark! Mr. Sullivan came to see me five years ago and showed me your photo. I recognized you at first glance.” Sophia suddenly realized, she sneered, “Uncle Stark, you’ve really done a great job raising your son!” My father didn’t catch her sarcasm, he flattered her, “It’s all thanks to you and Mr. Sullivan’s care.” Sophia looked at me haughtily, then suddenly said to my father, “I’m thirsty, go buy me a bottle of water.” “Alright, uncle will go right away.” I watched as my father humbly ran off to buy water for Sophia, while she gave me a cold smile, “See that? Your dad is better at being a servant than you are.”
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