At the company's annual dinner, I win a three-day trip to the Marosa worth 50 thousand dollars.

But when I go to claim the prize, the person in charge stuffs a cheap stuffed toy into my hands instead.

The price tag shows that it is worth five dollars.

At the same time, the intern, Katie Thorpe, suddenly cries out in surprise, "A three-day trip to Marosa? I'm so incredibly lucky!"

I step forward to question them, but the organizer blocks my way.

"Katie is Mr. Cosby's girlfriend. This prize has already been decided in advance. I suggest you do not make trouble."

She looks me up and down mockingly and says, "If you anger Mr. Cosby, you better watch out. You'll lose your job in this company."

Not only am I not afraid, I am even tempted to laugh in her face.

I immediately make a phone call. "Grandpa, I have made up my mind. I do not want to keep struggling alongside Vincent Cosby anymore. The wedding is canceled. Withdraw your investment from his company."

At the annual party, the organizer held a raffle box and let us draw lots one by one. Watching the company prosper made me incredibly proud.

I casually unfolded the paper and couldn't believe my luck. I won the grand prize—a three-day trip to Marosa!

I could either get reimbursed for the trip afterward or have 50 thousand dollars added to my paycheck.

To support Vincent Cosby's startup, I hadn't even asked my family for a single cent all year. 50 thousand dollars was certainly no small sum to me.

Smiling, the emcee held up the microphone and said, "Next, please come onstage and claim your prizes according to your numbers."

The first few prizes were nothing special.

"36."

Finally, it was my turn. I was thrilled inside, already planning my upcoming vacation.

I handed the slip of paper to the emcee. For some reason, her smile seemed to grow wider.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!"

Startled, I froze in place.

A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage.

The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars.

I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall.

"Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

Katie Thorpe covered her mouth in shock.

Many colleagues looked at her enviously. "She just started her internship and already won first prize. She's so lucky."

"She hasn't even been here a few days. Why can't I be that lucky too?"

I hurried onstage and grabbed the organizer, whispering, "Could you be mistaken? The first-prize slip is mine, not Katie's."

But the organizer refused to admit it. "There's no mistake. You won the plushie. I already tossed the slips into the box. We're all from the same company. Don't tell me you're trying to scam me."

Her voice was loud enough for the audience to hear. In an instant, everyone started chattering.

"What's going on? Is Harriet dissatisfied with her prize?"

"At least she won something. Harriet's been here forever and has always been so decisive and professional. I didn't expect her to get greedy over something like this."

Katie also spoke up for the emcee.

"Harriet, you may be a senior here, but that doesn't mean you get to push others around!"

Watching my colleagues cover for each other, I finally understood that they were pulling some shady stunt so Katie could take my prize.

A year of starting a business had taught me to rein myself in, but if my colleagues thought they could walk all over me, they couldn't be more wrong.

I calmly got to my feet and stood firm. Smiling, I pointed at the surveillance camera above the stage.

"I'm not lying. I won the first prize. If you refuse to admit it, let's pull up the footage and see what number was on the slip I gave you earlier."

I set up the company myself, so I knew exactly where the surveillance cameras were and where the blind spots were.

The organizer was Lisa Griffin. At my words, she immediately turned deathly pale.

Our colleagues in the audience began nodding. They clearly agreed we should pull up the surveillance footage.

Lisa dropped her voice to a whisper, saying, "I suggest you drop this."

I found it ridiculous. "You're trying to steal my prize, and now you want me to drop it? What gave you the nerve?"

Lisa swept me with a cold glance and scoffed, as if she couldn't believe I had the audacity to ask that.

"Because Katie is Mr. Cosby's girlfriend. He personally told me to reserve this prize for her."

I was stunned, and then a wave of anger rose inside me.

I let Vincent run the company so he could win Grandpa's approval sooner. I also didn't tell him who I really was because I didn't want him to feel inferior to me.

Instead, I used my resources to help him behind the scenes. He had even vowed to marry me on the day the company went public.

I never expected to hear about Vincent's affair before our wedding even took place.

Thinking I was intimidated, Lisa continued arrogantly, "If you keep being stubborn, you might not keep your job here for long. Katie and I are besties. If you mess with me, you're messing with Mr. Cosby."

I snorted. "Fine. Have Vincent come here and tell me himself. Then I'll let Katie have the first prize."

Lisa looked at me in disdain. "You? Who do you think you are? Mr. Cosby is a very busy man. He doesn't have time for this."

Holding back my rage, I texted Vincent immediately and asked him to come over. I was still holding onto my last sliver of hope.

Onstage, the lucky draw was still going on.

Blushing, Katie said, "I'll go for the three-day vacation. I want to relax with my boyfriend for a few days."

In the audience, some colleagues started joking.

"Katie, you've only just started your internship, yet you never wear the same luxury item twice. Your boyfriend must be really rich, right?"

"That's right. You and your boyfriend seem really sweet. Who knows what the future holds?"

"Come to think of it, Katie's been awfully close with Mr. Cosby lately. She spends a lot of time in his office…"

Blushing, Katie stammered. "Once he agrees, I'll tell everyone who he is."

Since she didn't deny it, her vague response immediately fueled everyone's curiosity.

At that moment, someone exclaimed, "Oh? Mr. Cosby's here."

I followed everyone's gaze and saw Vincent standing in the doorway. He met Katie's eyes from afar, a fond smile on his face.

"Speaking of the devil…"

"Damn! Don't tell me these two are really…"

I lost my patience completely and raised my voice, breaking the intimate atmosphere.

"Mr. Cosby, you're just in time. I have a question for you. I clearly won the grand prize, so how did it end up being Katie's?"

Vincent saw me, and panic flickered in his eyes. He instinctively opened his mouth, as though to say, "How could it be you…"

Seeing his reaction, I lost all hope.

If any ordinary employee had won the grand prize, they would probably have had to give in under Lisa's pressure just to keep their job.

But of all people, I, Vincent's secret girlfriend, won the grand prize.

He hadn't expected me to catch him manipulating things behind the scenes.

Lisa hurried forward and twisted the story against me.

"Mr. Cosby, you're just in time! Harriet only won a plushie, yet she's insisting she won the grand prize and is making a fuss. You have to back me up!"

I stared at Vincent coldly. "Mr. Cosby, you owe me an explanation."

If he were willing to admit he no longer loved me, I would be willing to end things on good terms.

Vincent looked at me, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Harriet, I know you've been working here for years, and you're upset about not winning the grand prize. I can compensate you later, but I won't let you take Katie's prize."

Hearing Vincent's words, I felt my blood run cold instantly. He had chosen to side with Lisa and Katie.

My colleagues, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately switched sides after hearing what he said.

"Mr. Cosby has already spoken. I bet Harriet's lying."

"Exactly. Harriet's a senior here. Does she really have to take the grand prize from an intern? If she can't handle losing, she shouldn't participate."

"All for 50 thousand dollars? She's got no shame at all."

My colleagues' accusations cut right through me.

I fixed my gaze on Vincent, my voice cold. "Vincent, look me in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really not know what's going on? Can you honestly say you didn't have Lisa rig the grand prize for Katie?"

Vincent's eyes flickered. "Harriet, stop being unreasonable!"

As soon as he said that, Katie's eyes immediately reddened. Her voice quivered, on the verge of breaking.

"Harriet, I know you're upset, but I really want to go abroad and see what it's like out there. I come from a poor family, and I've only left the city a few times in my life.

"Now that I finally have the chance, please don't make this hard for me and let me go," Katie begged, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook slightly, as if she had been wronged.

Lisa immediately stepped forward, gently patting Katie's back and rolling her eyes at me.

"Harriet, if it's not yours, don't take it. Katie comes from a poor family, but she works hard. She's a lovely young woman.

"I'm not the only one who feels for her. Mr. Cosby's always looked out for her as well! Now that he's standing up for her today, you're not getting what you want!"

At her words, everyone looked at Katie and Vincent differently.

"Lisa is Katie's best friend. She must know something."

"No wonder Katie wears luxury items all the time. So…"

"Looks like she's going to be our boss' wife soon."

Whispers spread through the crowd. Katie's face grew even redder, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she looked at Vincent quietly, as if he were the only person she could rely on.

Watching everything unfold before me, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Over the past year, I had stood by Vincent's side as he went through all the hardships of building his company.

I even used my own resources to pave the way for him, but all I got in return was betrayal and lies.

I stopped laughing, my gaze instantly turning cold. I ripped my work badge off my chest and tossed it aside carelessly.

"Fine. I won't take it. You can have the grand prize. Also, I quit."

I always knew when to hold on and when to walk away. It wasn't too late to cut my losses now.

Vincent's expression shifted. He immediately stepped forward and got in my way.

"Harriet, no one said you're getting fired. You don't have to leave. You're a senior here. No one's going to mind."

I walked around him and let out a mocking laugh.

"But you're a hypocrite, and I can't stand this place."

With that, I turned and left.

Vincent was about to say more, but Katie held him back. "Mr. Cosby, I'm so happy. I finally get to go abroad and see the world. I didn't realize you still remembered that I liked Marosa…"

In the end, Vincent didn't go after me.

After leaving the office, I immediately dialed my grandfather's number.

"Hey, Harriet. How have you been lately? Did you miss me?"

Hearing Grandpa's voice on the other end, my nose stung. He never supported my relationship with Vincent as he couldn't bear to see me suffer.

But I stood my ground and even pestered Grandpa into giving Vincent resources. I never expected he would turn out to be so ungrateful.

I wiped my tears away and took a deep breath.

"Grandpa, I've thought it through. I'm done going through hardships with Vincent. I want to take back everything I gave him. I want him to lose everything!"