"And on top of what?" I whispered.

Frank gripped my sleeve tightly. "Mr. Chamberlain said your entire three-million-dollar performance bonus for this quarter will be diverted to his account.

"He's also transferring the 32 veteran members of your team to the logistics department. His plan is to have them clean the toilets."

I pressed my lips together, my fingernails digging into my palm.

Those 32 employees had been with me since the company's earliest days.

Mitchell Slater once pulled three consecutive all-nighters to meet a deadline. Ultimately, he collapsed in the conference room from fatigue.

Even amid chemotherapy treatments, he was still the first to arrive at the office. He made it his mission to squeeze in just a bit more work whenever he could.

Likewise, Vernon Halloway once spent three days and nights at the airport to win over an overseas client. His heartfelt sincerity led the client to sign the contract in the end.

He had recently purchased a new home following his wedding and hadn't taken time off for a honeymoon. Instead, he was working overtime, relentlessly pushing himself to meet project deadlines.

Alongside them, there was also Rowan West…

These 32 people had landed countless major contracts and generated enormous revenue for the company.

Despite this, they never bragged or thought of resigning. They just worked relentlessly, never once voicing a complaint.

However, thanks to the whim of some entitled college kid, they were now being reassigned to clean the toilets.

It was nothing short of ridiculous.

Just then, a commotion came from the office doorway.

A group of college students in trendy streetwear swaggered in, their laughter filling the space.

Without a moment's hesitation, they made themselves comfortable on Mitchell's and Vernon's desks.

"Wow, this office is incredible!" A blonde guy casually knocked a photo frame off Mitchell's desk, sending it shattering to the floor.

"Ed's fiancee is seriously amazing. Not only did she give us salaries in the tens of thousands, but she also doesn't even set working hours. We can come and go as we please."

At those words, my face went pale.

To secure a billion-dollar deal, my team had worked nonstop for three exhausting months.

At the celebration banquet a few days ago, I finally mustered the courage to propose a five-thousand-dollar raise for everyone.

Fiona's expression darkened instantly, and without hesitation, she smashed her wine glass.

"Sure, the company secured a major deal, but money's still tight. You need to be more considerate. How dare you ask for a five-thousand-dollar raise? Do you really think bringing in ten billion dollars is such a huge achievement? Have you even considered labor costs?"

Back then, I'd trusted Fiona when she said the company was struggling financially.

But now, these college students—who couldn't even read a report—were being offered salaries in the tens of thousands.

Was this really what Fiona meant when she said the company was "tight on funds"?

It was one thing that she betrayed me, but to show such contempt toward the very employees who built her empire was simply unforgivable.

Mitchell carefully picked up the photo frame that had fallen to the floor. It was a picture of his daughter.

"Hey, old man," one of the students sneered, kicking Mitchell's chair. "Hurry up and get your stuff out of the way. We need to get back to gaming!"

My hands tightened into fists.

Without hesitation, I dialed a long-forgotten number.

My voice cut through the air like a shard of ice. "Ms. Muller, I've decided to accept your offer for the CEO role in Germovia, but there are two conditions I want to discuss."

Staring at the college students carelessly destroying the project documents, I spoke each word slowly and carefully.

"First, I'm bringing all 32 members of my team. Not a single one will be left behind.

"Second, each person's salary needs to be raised by at least five thousand dollars from their current pay."

A delighted chuckle came from the other side of the line.

"Logan, I'll offer each of your team members a ten-thousand-dollar raise. Welcome aboard!"

I ushered the shaken Mitchell forward and gathered the staff who had been assigned to scrub the toilets.

…

After a quick discussion, a few key members and I made our way to the HR department to submit our resignations.

"Ms. Gilmore, all 32 of us have decided to resign. Here are our resignation letters for your reference."

Patricia Gilmore, the HR Director, suddenly stood up. Her face went pale as she stared at me.

"Mr. Grant, how can you even consider resigning? Mitchell and Vernon, you're both vital to the company! Your department drives 80% of our performance! I don't have the authority to approve your resignation. I'll need to run this by Ms. Wainwright first."

Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone. I said nothing, letting her take the lead.

"There's no need to consult anyone."

At that moment, the door to the director's office burst open.

Ed Chamberlain emerged, his hands tucked into his pockets.

With a smug grin, he waved his phone in the air.

"According to Fiona, the sales department is under my full control. That means I decide who stays and who leaves.

"If you choose to resign, so be it. However, you must first return every bonus the company has ever awarded you. Only then will I approve your resignation."

My hands balled into fists.

I couldn't believe Fiona would actually allow Ed to humiliate us like this.

My team and I had spent countless sleepless nights working tirelessly. We earned those bonuses fair and square.

My gaze hardened as I looked at Ed. "Mr. Chamberlain, those bonuses were rightfully earned. You have no authority to demand we return them."

He shot me a smug look. "I don't care. Either you give the money back, or you keep working here.

"Fiona trusts me as her closest ally, and right now, I'm the one calling the shots. You'd better comply, or I'll make sure your resignations never go through."

Suppressing my frustration, I grabbed my phone and dialed Fiona's number.

After several long rings, she finally picked up.

"What's the matter now?" she snapped.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Ed yanked the phone from my hand.

His voice shifted into a sharp, irritating whine. "Fiona, Logan wants to quit. He won't listen to me and is deliberately causing trouble.

"I know he's jealous since you and I are expecting a baby, but that doesn't give him the right to act like this. I'm so scared."

"Give him the phone!" Fiona demanded sharply.

Ed handed the phone back to me, clearly pleased with himself.

His grating voice and exaggerated attempts to smear my name made me feel sick.

I snatched the phone back. Trying to avoid more conflict, I quickly explained, "Fiona, this isn't about you and Ed. I just want to submit my team's resignations—"

"Logan!" Fiona snapped, her anger crackling through the line.

"You're still bitter about me and Ed's baby, aren't you? You know this could be the only child I'll ever have, and yet you still choose to make things difficult for me."

I pressed my lips together. "I'm not here to create problems over your secret lover. Listen up. I'm quitting this job, and it's not just me. Everyone I manage is leaving as well."

Ed suddenly leaned in. "Come on, Fiona, cut Logan some slack. I've been really wanting those crawfish from that spot in the suburbs. Maybe Logan could grab some. That'd be a good way for him to start making amends."

Fiona's voice turned cold as ice. "Did you hear that? My fiance wants crawfish. Go get them. Now."

The suburbs were way too far. Getting there and back would take at least four hours.

When I declined, she sneered coldly. "Suit yourself. Just don't be surprised when your team hits a wall. How this ends is entirely up to you. Obedience is earned through actions, after all."

Having said her piece, she hung up the phone.

My throat felt as if it had been sliced open, and my heart shattered into a thousand fragments.

However, instead of pain, I felt only a dull, lingering numbness.

I knew Fiona's favoritism toward Ed stemmed from the fact that he could give her a child. He was the father of her baby, after all.

But did she forget that we once had a child together as well?

At that time, the company was going through a crucial phase, and we burned the midnight oil every night. During one dinner gathering, she suddenly collapsed.

It was then that I found out she was already eight weeks pregnant.

However, after drinking too much, Fiona lost the baby. From that point on, she was never able to conceive again.

I was too afraid to upset her, so I never spoke the truth. I told her it was just a stomach issue, quietly bearing the pain of losing our child all by myself.

To ease her mind, I even told her I was infertile. I didn't want her to carry that burden alone. All I ever wanted was for us to live a happy life together.

In hindsight, I realized I had trusted someone undeserving.

Ed gave me a cocky grin.

"Logan, women are attracted to younger men, not older guys like you. You've seen how Fiona's been acting. She does whatever I say now. As long as you agree to buy me some crawfish, I'll approve your resignation right away.

"Following the normal procedure takes at least a month. I'm guessing you don't want to spend that time cleaning toilets."

I chose to accept his challenge. "Fine. I'll do it."

My team members immediately grew emotional.

Mitchell grabbed my arm. "Mr. Grant, don't do this! They're just trying to humiliate you!"

"Exactly!" Vernon slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet. "It's one thing for them to push us around, but the way Ms. Wainwright has treated you is completely unacceptable.

"Don't let them walk all over you. So what if we have to clean toilets for a month? We've been through worse."

I shook my head. "It's okay. Just consider this the last favor I'll do for this company."

…

After four hours battling the pouring rain, I finally got back to the villa. Holding the crawfish I'd picked up from the suburbs, I looked like a complete wreck.

Ed was gently caressing Fiona's leg as they sat in the living room.

As soon as he saw me, he raised his voice on purpose. "Fiona, look! Logan actually went and got the crawfish!"

Fiona's tense expression eased a little when she saw me.

Reaching for the takeout container, she commented, "Looks like you've come to your senses. Considering you brought it all this way, why don't you stay and eat with us?"

I ignored her and headed straight upstairs.

Behind me, her annoyed voice rang out. "Hey, Logan, I'm talking to you!"

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I stopped in my tracks. The room had been completely transformed. There wasn't a single thing left that belonged to me.

The housekeeper, Maria Tillman, stood awkwardly in the corner, a box held tightly in her hands.

"Mr. Grant," she said, "Mr. Chamberlain requested to stay in the master bedroom today, so we moved your things to the storage room."

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the box. A broken digital watch sat at the bottom.

"Mr. Chamberlain shattered many of your cherished belongings and discarded them in the trash. I know this watch means a lot to you, so I secretly retrieved it from the garbage."

I stared at the broken watch, my eyes stinging with tears.

Fiona had given it to me when we earned our first big profit after launching the business.

She'd fought through a snowstorm and raced across the city just to buy it for me.

That day, she was drenched from head to toe.

Even though her knees were scraped, she smiled at me and said, "Logan, I promise to get you something better every year. I'll love you forever."

Yet, as the business picked up, that promise was never fulfilled.

Still, I cherished the meaning behind that very first gift. "Thank you, Ms. Tillman," I said, taking the watch and making my way downstairs.

Fiona's expression immediately darkened when she saw me. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm here to say goodbye," I replied, setting the broken watch down before her. "The watch is yours once more, just like everything that used to exist between us."

"Logan!" Fiona snapped. Seeing the broken watch, she swiftly seized my hand. "What do you mean by 'goodbye'? Have you forgotten all I endured just to get this watch for you? Even if I've wronged you, how could you break it?"

Looking at Ed behind her, I said, "I'm afraid it was your precious darling who did this."

Ed's eyes instantly welled up, his voice filled with hurt.

"Logan, I know you're mad that I took Fiona, but you're divorced now. Can't you just let it go and stop accusing me?"