Chapter 2

Within five minutes, every news article involving me vanished from the internet at my command.

Once the orphanage director, Norman Mills, and his wife—both of whom knew my true identity—heard what had happened, they came to my door to apologize.

They trembled with fear. "Sam, Meg has always been a sweetheart her whole life. I bet that director had used his position to pressure her into sleeping with him!"

"Force?"

I couldn't help but laugh. I simply tossed my phone in front of the couple. As Megan's and Gordon's breathless moans rang out, the color drained from their faces.

I let out a scornful laugh. "Quite the fine lady you two have raised. My family could never hope to be worthy of her!"

At that, the couple's legs gave way, and they dropped straight to their knees in front of me. "Mr. Weston, Meg knows she made a mistake! She saved your life once—please, for that alone, forgive her just this once!"

"Saved my life? I've already sent people to investigate what really happened back then. You want me to forgive Megan? Ha! Only if time itself runs backward!"

Their faces twisted in panic. "Mr. Wes—"

I cut them off before they could beg any further, my voice ice-cold. "By 3:00 pm, Megan has to issue a public clarification. She will admit that she's a woman with no morals who can't keep her legs closed!

"Also, I'm pulling every resource the Weston family ever gave her. As for my family's funding for your orphanage, that ends today."

With that, I had my people escort the couple out of the Weston residence. I deliberately canceled my international conference that afternoon, expecting Megan to show up.

But she never came. Instead, I heard that she was attending a promotional event for Gordon's new movie.

My fingers tightened around my phone. I got up, got in my car, and tore across town to the press conference. Megan was standing beside Gordon, wearing the designer gown I'd given her.

Seeing that dress on her left me momentarily lost in thought.

"M&S" was a brand I'd created especially for Megan. I created it because she'd once told me she wanted to wear every beautiful dress in the world.

I designed and made every single piece with my own hands, for her. Yet there she was, wearing the very dress I'd poured my love into creating, leaning against another man's chest and smiling sweetly at him.

I used to think that dress symbolized our love. Now? I realized it was all just a joke!

Gordon's eyes found mine across the crowd. His surprise quickly gave way to a taunting smile. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Weston himself. Don't tell me you came all this way to beg Meg to take you back."

Megan lifted her chin haughtily, acting like she'd called it from the start. "Samuel, I'll forgive you, but only if you get down on your knees and apologize to me in front of everyone!"

I looked at her calmly and replied in a cold voice, "Megan, I'm here to deliver the termination agreement. M&S will no longer be working with you."

The moment Megan heard the words "termination agreement", her expression darkened.

"Samuel, haven't you caused enough of a scene? You're really terminating our partnership over something so trivial? Is this all about your pathetic pride?"

Gordon deliberately wrapped his arm around Megan's waist and looked at me condescendingly. "Yeah, Samuel."

He sneered. "Where would your company be today without Meg's fame? You're just a man who rode a woman's gratitude to the top. What right do you have to talk about pride?"

Seeing the unmistakable challenge in Gordon's eyes, I couldn't help but laugh out of anger. "I, Samuel Weston, am the sole heir to this continent's Weston family. You think I need a woman to get by? That's a good one."

I approached Gordon and gave his cheek a few hard pats, like I was swatting a fly. "Mr. Brewer, you'd better savor these next couple of days while you can. After all, your days as a director are numbered!"

Gordon's face went from pale to livid. Megan hurriedly planted herself in front of him and shrieked at me, "Enough, Samuel! Do you really have to be so petty and take things this far?"