A Slap in the Face

My uncontrollable trembling must have genuinely shocked him; he seemed a bit lost. With a strong effort, I broke free from his grip, glaring at him and accusing, "Sean, does your conscience hurt at all? Despite my condition, have you ever asked about my daily state, my recovery, if I'm eating or sleeping well, if my hair is still falling out, if I have any appetite..."

"It's my fault, I was too busy…"

I cut off his excuse immediately, "You're busy? Tell me, Sean, what's the result of your busyness? Have the company's profits skyrocketed, or have the projects increased?"

When I confronted him about this, he played dumb and remained silent.

"You pay less and less attention to the children and me, and the money in the account has disappeared. So, Sean, what exactly are you busy with? You did projects, right? Fine, show them to me. Bring me the project reports and plans. I must know how the projects are being handled. Even though you're the CEO of Danfeng, don't forget that I am the legal representative. Danfeng is a company I invested in and founded. Morally and legally, I have the right to oversee the project structures of Danfeng."

I deliberately exposed his weaknesses, hitting the nail on the head. These were the last things he wanted to hear, but I had to say them, and say them harshly.

"If you can't produce the company's plans and account for the household finances within a week, then resign and I will return to the company. All of you can get out of here and go home!"

Sean's face immediately turned cold, and he looked at me with a sinister gaze. See, his greatest fear was this.

I was betting on the fact that, until the news in Red River City was confirmed, he wouldn't kill me or let me near the company because he had already restructured it, thinking I wouldn't know.

Since we've started this, we might as well blow it up. Continue to pressure him. I hoped to use this opportunity to recover the money he siphoned from our accounts.

In the face of the company and the substantial interests behind Red River City, he wouldn't confuse what's more important.

His changing expression indicated he was hurt. Seeing his inner defenses waver, I sneered internally. This was just the beginning.

Seeing Sean already losing his composure, I continued to press, "I've always aimed to create a good external environment for Danfeng, dragging this half-dead body around, smiling and negotiating to establish connections. Are you trying to sabotage this? Do you think living comfortably means the company can easily grow stronger? Ask yourself, where have your efforts gone? If you don't want to do it, say the word, and I'll take over. Instead of hearing your complaints about being busy, tired, or how difficult things are, you should focus on what you like doing!"

Sean started to panic, his expression softening, "Honey, calm down. I didn't mean to. You've misunderstood me."

"Misunderstood you? Hahaha!" I laughed, tears streaming down my face. "I really misunderstood you! You dared to offend the Business Director of NorthSea City. What can't you do? I indeed misunderstood you!"

I pointed at Sean, my finger trembling, and continued, "Do you realize that invitation was just a foot in the door? Do you think you've got it all locked down? Without Gabriella mediating for us, do you really think your good looks would secure overseas orders? Hah! You're nothing but a short-sighted fool."

I never imagined I would one day curse Sean so harshly.

Actually, there were harsher words I swallowed down. I wanted to say he was only fit to be a brainless hairdresser, using his energy to flirt and relying only on his lower half.

But what I said was enough to pierce Sean's heart.

These were the words Sean and his Deng family hated most and feared the most, equivalent to tearing off his facade.

Sean stiffened, his face darkening terrifyingly. I thought he would explode, but I overestimated him. Instead of getting angry, he apologized, looking pitiful and subservient.

See! This was his petty nature: when you're strong, he becomes weak.

I genuinely couldn't understand how I ever fancied this person.

"Misunderstood you? Who called you to the hotel? Do you take me for a fool?"

I yelled, unable to suppress my emotions, "Sean, I overestimated you. You let a nanny manipulate you while not trusting your own wife. You must be tired of living!"

Sean was rendered speechless, his face grim.

On the other side, Anna, trying hard to be invisible, now looked at me unfriendly.

I suddenly called her name, and she jumped.

"Anna, you came into this family as a sister to me, treated sincerely. I gave you the highest salary, treated you equally, shared meals, and never missed a seasonal wardrobe or birthday gift. Tell me, what did I do wrong to deserve this? Stirring up trouble, ruining the relationship between your employers—do you really think I'm too ill to see through it?"

My stern gaze pinned her, each word striking her guilty conscience. Her hostile expression vanished.

"Yet you tell me, what have you done? Coveting my man, biting the hand that feeds you!"

Anna immediately retorted, "Madam, I didn't…"

"You dare say you didn't? Then tell me what you didn't do. Didn't stir up trouble? Didn't ruin our relationship? Then how did you know I was at that hotel? How did Sean end up there? What was your purpose in taking him there? Tell me, why were you following me?"

My barrage of questions left her no room to defend herself.

Denying it? Let's see if you can keep your story straight.

Her expression twisted, not knowing if she felt guilty, nervous, or indifferent, glancing furtively at Sean. But I knew Sean well—at this point, he couldn't protect himself, let alone excuse her.

"Alright, since you've betrayed us, I won't tolerate it. Pack your things and leave my house! We no longer need your services."

I stated firmly to Anna, "I will not allow any element in my home that disrupts my family's harmony."