Private Beach, Public Humiliation

Micah was wearing an impatient expression when he took off his sunglasses. He looked at Mr. White and his group, taking in their displeased expressions. He then swept his indifferent gaze over Stella and me.

"Micah!"

"Daddy!"

Stella and I called out to him at the same time.

However, Micah simply frowned. His voice took on a critical edge when he demanded, "What are the two of you doing? Who said you could come to Moonrise Bay?

"Don't you know that I booked the entire place today to host my important guests? Take Stella and leave now. You're embarrassing me by being here."

Tears spilled down Stella's cheeks. At that moment, Micah didn't seem like her father at all.

I was also stunned and stood rooted to the spot. "Moonrise Bay is my private beach, Micah. How could you—"

"That's enough!" Micah exclaimed, shooting an annoyed look at Stella and me.

In the next second, he fixed an apologetic smile on his face as he turned to address Mr. White and the others. "My apologies, Mr. White and Mr. Lawson, for letting these inferior scum, who don't know the rules, spoil your fun. I'll kick them out right now!"

I stared at Micah in disbelief as Stella shrank back against my embrace.

"Mommy, why did Daddy call us inferior scum?" Stella asked. "Does he not want us anymore?"

I frowned deeply.

I couldn't believe that Micah chose to belittle us to curry favor with his important guests and his mistress.

A chill ran down my spine.

At that moment, I felt like a joke for tolerating and doing everything that I could for Micah in the last decade.

It was partially my fault. I granted all his wishes after we got married. I even pretended to be a regular housewife and stayed home to take care of Stella, so that he could focus on running his business, inadvertently giving him the impression that he could trample all over me.

It seemed that Micah had forgotten that I was still the head of the Quinton family. The Quintons preferred to keep a low profile in Seacrest City, but we were still the most powerful family in the city.

I smiled. "Are you sure that you don't want to acknowledge me, Micah?" I asked in an eerily calm voice.

"Are you sure that you don't want to acknowledge your wife, whom you doggedly chased after and promised to protect for the rest of your life? Are you sure that you don't want to acknowledge your daughter, whom you once cherished like a precious treasure?"

I stared unblinkingly at Micah.

Micah visibly stiffened as a hint of panic flickered in his eyes. He swiftly averted his gaze and didn't dare make eye contact with me.

Seeing that Micah hadn't corrected her and criticized us, Felicity became confident that he was on her side. Her voice was colored with smugness when she said, "Mike has already spoken. Didn't you hear him, you piece of trash? It's time for you to scram!

"If you insist on sticking around, I'll have security throw you and your daughter into the ocean to feed the sharks!"

I didn't budge an inch as I held Stella. I continued staring at Micah and said, "I'm giving you one last chance, Micah. Are you going to clarify our relationship to them?"

We had been married for seven years. I was already being kind by giving him a way out.

However, Micah remained as still as a statue. He continued to turn his back on Stella and me.

Felicity grew even bolder and began barking orders at the bodyguards.

"Why are you just standing around? Capture those two eyesores and throw them out of here!"

"Be quick about it! Don't let them get in the way of Felicity's party and ruin Mr. White's and the others' good moods anymore!" her lackeys chimed in arrogantly.

I glared at Felicity, who was gleefully hopping in place. I then directed my gaze to Micah, who was standing silently a short distance away.

It seemed that Micah had made his choice.

Good.

I raised my hand. I was wearing a custom-made watch that had the sigil of the Quinton family on it. It was only given to the core members of the family.

I calmly tapped on the watch, speed-dialing a number that I had already committed to memory long ago.

The call connected within seconds.

A steady and feminine voice echoed from the watch. "Ms. Quinton?"

"Send the Seashark Special Forces to Moonrise Bay. I have a job for them," I said calmly.