Dream Shattered After Three Toasts

Smack!

With a single slap, I knocked Wendy to the floor, then glared at her with bloodshot eyes.

"You think you can just take what belongs to me and use it as you please? Dream on!"

Wendy stood up holding her face and looked at me with contempt.

"All you can do now is throw a tantrum. Excuse me, I have a press conference to attend with my husband, I don't have time to waste on you."

Her eyes were full of disdain, as if she couldn't even stand looking at me for one more second.

Jason hurried over and looked at me smugly.

"Don't mind him, Wendy. Of course he would be mad. His company is about to go bankrupt and his only family member is in critical condition. How is he supposed to live when he's broke and all alone?"

He then turned to me and said, "Tell you what, I'll show you some kindness. I'll let you clean our mansion. At least you won't starve."

I gave Jason a cold smirk, then ran up and punched him in the stomach.

Did he really think I wouldn’t notice his little trick?

Jason lay on the floor clutching his belly and moaning in pain.

"Leslie, how could you?! You want to kill me just because I like Wendy? I’ve waited for her for ten years, I'll never let go of her. Kill me if you dare!"

Before he even finished speaking, Wendy slapped me, grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the wall.

My vision quickly turned crimson as blood streamed down my forehead. I became a mess.

Wendy carefully helped Jason up and gently rubbed his stomach.

"Leslie, I’m going to call the cops and have you arrested for assault! You got off easy last time, but I won't let you off this time! You can reflect on your actions in prison!"

Jason looked at me challengingly.

"Wendy, it's okay. We'll get dragged into it too if you call the cops, so it's not worth it! I have a suggestion. If Leslie kneels and bows his head three times to me, I'll forget about this."

Wendy's eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"Do you hear that, Leslie? Jason is giving you a way out. You should be grateful!"

I scoffed.

"Get lost!"

Wendy's expression immediately stiffened. She glared at me with resentment.

"Fine! Leslie, don’t forget, I control your grandfather's life!

"Notify the PR department; I’ve decided to auction this injection live. The highest bidder wins!

"Mr. Yates, you better hurry back and prepare funds. After all, the highest bidder wins. Your grandfather might die because you don’t have enough money!"

I looked coldly at Wendy as she strutted into the live broadcasting room, my fists clenched tight.

Wendy gave me a smug glance and said seriously, "From now on, the Sanders Group and the Yates Group are completely separate. I’m willing to take over any projects you’re collaborating on with the Yates Group at ten times the price. From now on, anyone who cooperates with the Yates Group is an enemy of the Sanders Group!"

I merely found Wendy's threat laughable.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my assistant.

"She wants to take over all our projects, right? Tell all the departments to get ready. Start withdrawing all our investments in the Sanders Group now!"

Three minutes later, Wendy, who was narrating their sweet love story in the live stream, suddenly screamed upon seeing a text on her phone.