"Do you acknowledge how amazing I am now, you stupid cleaner? If you grovel at my feet and lick my shoes, I might consider buying a phone for you as well," Alan sneered.

"He's right! You're just a cleaner, so I bet you've never seen so much money in your life, right? Get on your knees and beg Mr. Barrington for mercy right now. He might even reward you with something good!"

Alan and the others were still flaunting their arrogance, but I had reached the end of my patience for this farce. I told Oliver to inform Vincent about what was going on and tell him to rush over to the villa.

Naturally, the truth would come to light the moment Vincent showed up to drag Alan away.

"Forget the cleaner, Mr. Barrington. He'll definitely crack under the pressure and leave of his own accord when Ms. Hudson gets back."

"It's our first time visiting your villa. Why don't you give us a tour of the place?" one of Alan's lackeys asked excitedly as he scanned his surroundings.

Alan's anger immediately dissipated upon having his vanity thoroughly satisfied. He chuckled, saying, "Why not? I bet none of you have ever seen such opulence."

He led the group upstairs and explained, "I have a vault where I store all the rare items that I acquired from auctions. I'll let all of you have a look."

My heart skipped a beat upon hearing his words, and I hastily chased after him.

I wasn't worried about the collectibles. Instead, panic coursed through me because I had placed the last item that my daughter, Holly Chambers, had left behind in the vault. She passed away when she was five years old.

I had just rushed upstairs when I saw Alan lifting Holly's favorite porcelain cat figure high up in the air.

"Who put this piece of trash here?" he complained before hurling the figure to the floor.

"Put it down!" I roared. "Put it down now!"

My eyes widened. The bodyguards lunged forward to stop him.

However, it was too late.

The cat figure shattered into a million pieces with a loud cracking noise. The broken shards were scattered all across the floor.

My hands trembled violently as my fury reached a boiling point.

I had been angry earlier when I found out that my villa had been stolen, that my supplementary card was being used by a stranger, and that Zara was cheating on me with a host, but I had been able to stay rational.

However, at that moment, as I watched Alan destroy the last item that Holly had left behind, I was overwhelmed with the urge to take revenge on everyone present.

Alan cackled. "Why are you panicking when I'm simply breaking my own belongings? You're just a cleaner. I can break anything in here if I feel like it, let alone a useless piece of trash like that!"

He arched his brow and shot an arrogant look at me. He then picked up a small, crystal glass and hurled it in my direction.

He probably chose the glass because it was the smallest item in the vault, assuming that it was worthless. However, he had no idea that the tiny glass was actually worth 9,000 dollars.

I finally lost my temper as I took in Alan's smug expression. After ordering the bodyguards to immobilize him, I punched him hard in the face.

"How dare you, Alan Barrington?" I shouted.

Alan shot a look of disbelief at me as he held his cheek. "Have you lost your mind? Do you know who I am? My wife is the CEO of Apex Group! People like us can crush a small fry like you under our feet without breaking a sweat!"

"I already told you that Zara is my wife," I retorted. "I'm the CEO of Apex Group."

Seeing how Alan still refused to back down, I punched him again.

A furious expression crossed Alan's face. He grabbed his phone and dialed Zara's number, shouting, "You need to come home right now, Zara! The cleaner you hired is provoking us. He also raised his hand against me!"

Alan's eyes were bloodshot when he looked at me again, breathing heavily. "Just you wait."

His lackeys shot angry looks at me as they whispered among themselves.

"He's done for. He angered Mr. Barrington."

"Let's see what other lies he's going to come up with when Ms. Hudson shows up later."

Meanwhile, I quietly picked up and cradled the shattered pieces of the cat figure, not sparing the people around me a single glance.

A person showed up at the door of the villa 20 minutes later.

It was none other than my wife, Zara, who had rushed home as quickly as she could.