5

I don't know when it started, but Lucas began to work on breaking free from my control.

I said no one wants such an allegation to be true.

But shortly after, news of the discord between Lucas and me spread in our social circle.

They all said that the White and Walsh families were about to have a falling out.

Otherwise, Lucas wouldn't be so arrogant, parading around with his mistress.

Rumors were constantly circulating among our circle, suggesting that Director Wood had been taking her to fancy restaurants, going shopping, and purchasing luxury items like bags, cars, and houses.

On the other hand, Wendy took him to eat street food, browse local markets, and wear cheap couple outfits.

Like young lovers in a passionate relationship.

They said, "This is a story of a prince falling for Cinderella."

Perhaps Lucas gave Wendy the confidence, so she danced her not-so-smart way into my life.

It happened during an auction.

One of the items up for auction was something I was determined to acquire.

Under the spotlight, the blue diamond sparkled brilliantly.

It had gained fame as the actual "Heart of the Ocean."

Someone had bought it to propose to me, and the crumpled, blood-stained receipt was still hidden in the safe at home.

But it disappeared in that car accident, the very one that was about to be auctioned. Maybe it still bore the bloodstains of that person.

Wendy saw me raise the paddle and tugged at Lucas's sleeve, acting coyly, "Director Wood, that diamond is so beautiful, I want it."

Lucas glanced at me but didn't make a move.

Wendy hesitated for a moment and then released her grip, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The "Heart of the Ocean" ultimately ended up in my pocket.

At the post-auction gathering, it seemed Wendy still couldn't fully grasp her position.

She walked over gracefully and softly called out, “Director White.”

I didn't even look at her, placing the blue diamond in a crimson velvet box.

Seeing that I was ignoring her, Wendy forced a smile.

She tilted the highball glass in her hand slightly.

The bright red liquid splashed toward the blue diamond.

I watched as those crimson drops accumulated on its surface, and suddenly stood up, delivering a slap to her face.

There was plenty of red wine on the table.

I lowered my eyelids, gazing down at her, pouring glass after glass of red wine.

I smiled and said, "Miss Fox, this isn't a story of a prince falling for Cinderella.

"Because the prince in your heart is nothing more than the Walsh family's illegitimate son.

"Without me, he would have struggled in the mud his whole life."