Half the Fortune, All My Freedom

Besides, she was still there to oversee the company. Nothing too serious would happen.

She nodded tiredly. "Fine."

Mason immediately broke into a smile through his tears and promised, "Serena, don't worry. I'll definitely do better than Caleb."

Mason began making sweeping reforms at Prescott Group while still finding time to create trouble for me.

I had spent too many years in business. His little underhanded tricks were too crude to matter. I could dissolve them with a flick of my finger.

While I was at it, I intercepted several small projects Prescott Group had been negotiating.

Several old employees who had followed me at Prescott heard I had started my own firm and asked to join me.

Ever since Mason found out they were my people, he had been openly and secretly suppressing and nitpicking them. Their days had become miserable.

I accepted them all.

Prescott Group suddenly lost more than a dozen core business staff, along with their client resources.

Mason didn't care. He stuffed the company with his relatives and friends.

In his eyes, Prescott Group was a huge enterprise. It wouldn't miss a few employees.

Within three months, Prescott Group's problems erupted one after another.

Several major projects in progress were snatched away by competitors.

Panic spread through the company. Rumors flew everywhere.

On my side, I led my team through several deals worth tens of millions, and our name began to ring out in the industry.

I announced on the spot that everyone would get three paid days off and that project bonuses would be doubled.

The office erupted into cheers loud enough to shake the walls.

Smiling, I went downstairs to buy coffee for my team, who were all running on adrenaline.

But as soon as I reached the lobby, I ran into an unwelcome guest.

I pretended not to see her and walked straight past Serena.

She grabbed my wrist and glared at me in frustration.

"Caleb Warren, what exactly do you want?"

She looked terrible.

Even her delicate makeup couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face.

I pulled my hand free and said distantly, "Miss Prescott, I don't understand what you mean."

She lowered her face and ordered me, "Stop making trouble. Shut down that little company of yours and come back with me."

I was so speechless I almost laughed.

"Does Miss Prescott have memory loss? How many times do I have to remind you that we're divorced?

"You have no right to manage me."

My attitude enraged her. Her voice rose sharply.

"Don't push this too far, Caleb. Otherwise, there won't be another chance."

She lifted her chin, as if granting me an enormous favor.

"If you come back, I'll give you the CEO position this time."

I watched her go mad with cold detachment.

"No, thanks. I'm not interested. You should leave the CEO position to your wonderful husband, Mason Clark."

She froze, then suddenly seemed to understand something and laughed.

"So that's it. You're jealous about the title?"

She thought she had seen through me.

"You're really that possessive? Fine, this was my fault.

"In two years, I'll remarry you. Happy?

"But there won't be another wedding. Don't make trouble in front of Mason. I'm afraid he'll be hurt."

I had never been so speechless.

What on earth had I been thinking back then, to fall in love with such an arrogant, stupid woman?

"I don't want to remarry you.

"I just want you to get lost. Looking at you for even one more second makes me sick."

That sentence completely ignited her fury.

"Caleb Warren! You really think you're strong enough now?

"In Riverton, crushing you is easier than crushing an ant.

"I don't mind making you lose everything."

As soon as she finished, a crisp, pleasant voice sounded behind her.

"Really? I'd love to see how Miss Prescott plans to make him lose everything."

Serena turned toward the voice. Her face stiffened as if she'd seen a ghost.