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"Don't you worry. I'll be good and stay at home," I said, looking at Martin Clark while pretending to be completely obedient.Even after hearing this, Martin still looked skeptical. He examined my face closely, trying to find a flaw.Once he saw my eyes held nothing but fixation for him, he let out a sigh of relief.He wrapped his arms around me. "Anna, you have to believe me. The person I love most in this world is you. Julia is just my secretary, and I only agreed to her birthday wish to keep her loyal to me."I nodded obediently. "It's fine, I believe you."However, I couldn't help but sneer coldly in my heart. He had already gone through so many women, making up the same kind of excuse every single time. Wasn't Martin tired of it?In the past, it was precisely because I found Martin's excuses too absurd that I used to pick massive fights with him.Feeling humiliated, he began targeting my father’s shipping lines and canceled several of my father's business deals, causing o

Over the past month, Martin rarely returned home.Every single time he came back, he went straight to the study.On the rare occasions I actually managed to see him, I behaved obediently. Not only did I prepare his favorite fruits, but I also personally ironed his clothes.No matter what I talked to him about, I never mentioned a single word about Julia.Meanwhile, I received messages from Julia every single day, filled with details about the things Martin did with her.There were photos of them watching movies, walking dogs together, kissing, and even bedroom photos.I replied to every single message, and I even offered her my blessings.Such replies probably gave Julia confidence, so she posted a joint photo of herself and Martin directly onto social media.The people in our social circle were completely stunned when they saw this picture. They never expected that I would endure things to such an extent.In fact, several people even specifically approached Martin to ask how

The dead silence in the entire hall lasted for a full five seconds.Martin stared at the numbers on the screen, his expression shifting from shock into a near-absurd level of certainty. Suddenly, he let out a laugh."Anna, be good. Don't cause a scene here."He reached out to pull my hand, his tone carrying a hint of blame, yet sounding as if he were coaxing an ignorant child. "I know you're feeling upset inside. You wanted to use this method to embarrass me and make a point in front of these families. It was a good act, but that's enough."He even turned around to explain to the guests below the stage, "Apologies, everyone. My wife is just playing a joke on me. She’s been throwing a bit of a tantrum lately. Please don't take it seriously."I took a step backward, completely avoiding his hand.Picking up the microphone once again, I spoke piercingly clear without shouting, "Everyone, allow me to introduce things properly. As of this morning, the very last asset under Martin's

"You b*st*rd!"Martin’s hand gripping the phone shook violently, his knuckles turning white from the sheer force of his grip."Ricky, listen to me very clearly. I'm Martin Clark! The head of the Clark Group! You dare play this kind of game with me?!""Mr. Clark, please watch your tone." The voice on the other end of the line was as cold as someone reading an obituary. "We take orders from Donna Winters now."With that, Ricky hung up the phone.Martin froze.This was the first time Ricky had ever been audacious enough to hang up on him, and he did it right in front of all these people!Martin refused to believe any of it.He frantically dialed a second number, then a third.The bank, the docks, the family finance office.Every single time the speakerphone turned on, the answer given was almost identical: they only listened to me."Mr. Clark, your accounts have been frozen.""Mr. Clark, the ownership of the dock warehouses was changed this morning.""Mr. Clark, the funds for

I hung up the phone, took a manila envelope out of my drawer, and handed it to Ricky."Make two copies of these materials. Send one copy to the Joint Council of the families and send the other to the overseas family Martin is partnering with. Let them figure out what to do themselves."Also, activate the transport lines we acquired previously. Divert our cash flow and personnel over there. If he wants to fight, I will play along to the very end."Over the next three days, the entirety of Sicilana watched this farce unfold.The overseas capital Martin relied on evaporated overnight. The moment I handed over the money laundering evidence, that family withdrew their funds without even giving him a courtesy notice.The money he had smashed into the transport lines was directly trapped by my double cash flow, leaving him with an absolute, crushing loss.Even more devastating was that the Joint Council received the materials I provided. It proved Martin had colluded with an oversea