I was still angry, like there was an intruder in my territory, making me irritable and uneasy.

I didn't let Serena to stay with me any longer. Now seeing her made me sick. Timmy stayed by my side for two drinks with me.

He looked at me and said, "Don't blame me for talking too much. The recent news outside has been very unfavorable for your family. I suggest maintaining a good relationship with Ms. Davis. If your family runs into trouble, the Davis can still lend you a hand."

I downed half a glass of wine and asked, "Uncle Tim, why do you think my wife dares to do this?"

He fell silent. He knew, my wife current behavior was due to the outside news that the Becker Family was about fall and she began to show her henchmen.

I said again, "Once the news had been confirmed, my wife would not have apologized today and I wouldn't have filed for divorce."

He still fell silent. He knew, I was right. He drank a large glass in silence and responded, "People's hearts have changed. If it weren't for you to help the Davis, they would have been history a long time ago."

I smiled wryly and said, "If I can help the Davis rise, I can also crush them."

Timmy just glanced at me. He knew, it was just my fantasy. Now, the outside news proved that the Becker Family was about to become a thing of the past and many people were waiting to see the Becker Family's jokes.

No refutation, no explanation, to this point. I had made up my mind -- to use Serena incident to show everyone whether the Becker Family would fall.

Back home, Serena took the rare initiative.

She was wearing a seductive nightgown, but I wasn't interested.

In the first or second year of our marriage, she tried various ways to please me, because her family needed my help and the support of the group behind me.

But in the past two years, the Davis Family had risen from the quagmire to more and more success.

She no longer took the initiative. I put a cold face on my ass many times and my occasional consent was like a dead fish and even sometimes I loathed myself.

It was easy to forgive yourself, but it was hard to forgive others.

I had long had a grudge against our relationship and even more so today. Faced with her sudden initiative, I chose to refuse.

I went to sleep in my bedroom upstairs and locked the door.

Lying in bed, I realized Serena and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for two years and my memories of that kind of thing were still six months ago.

She used to lock the door and today, I did.

In the morning, she prepared breakfast for the first time and sat at the dining table early, waiting for me.

I took a few simple bites in silence. I could tell she was looking for a chance to speak, but seeing my silence, she didn't speak.

At noon, I got a call from her mother, saying we hadn't been to her place in a while and asked us to come over for dinner tonight.

She found an excuse I couldn't refuse -- with my parents there.

I knew, she must have called her parents and mine to smooth things over between us.

Rome wasn't built in a day. Yesterday when she invited Ethan to dinner, it was just a spark that completely ignited me.

Last night, however, I thought about it the whole night -- divorced her just because she invited Ethan to a meal was a bit childish and ridiculous. Let's see how she performed next.

At dinner, Serena handed my father a proposal and said, "Dad, look, this is the proposal for the Nyctarion project.'

My father took and read the proposal carefully. "Not bad, so thoughtful. If we follow the proposal to do the project in Nyctarion, we can maximize the profits."

"I'll take this plan with me today and take a closer look."

"Dad, you can't just take a look. Your support is essential for this project to proceed smoothly," she said with a smile.

I knew my family still had some value, which was essential to the Nyctarion project. It was the reason why she dared not completely tear herself apart from me.

I didn't say much at the dinner table, nor did I reveal the conflict between me and Serena.

The dinner was lively and the atmosphere was quite good, but only me and Serena knew that we were not on good terms.

I drank a bit and she drove me back home.

"That proposal, Ethan made it and your dad approved of it. His work ability is truly outstanding and he's a talent."

"I invited him to dinner simply to keep this talent, I have no other intention."

"I thought today's dinner was meant to smooth things over between us, but seems, I was overthinking it. You don't want to fire him, right?"

"Henry, you're too fixated. I just want to leave a real talent for the company. Even though he just graduated, many companies are eager to hire him. Such talent always needs special treatment to stay."

"If he says he will only stay in the company if he offered to give you to him, do I have to do the same?"

"You're unreasonable." Her face turned cold. "If I fire him, I couldn't run this plan. I don't know how to talk to your dad about this. You go and talk to him."

Haha ....

I sneered, so they were waiting for me.

Talent?

What a joke! With so many top and skillful students graduating, when did this society really lack talent?

What lacked was the platform.

Since she was playing tricks on me, it was time to let her what kind of person I, Henry Becker, was and let her see if I still have a say in the face of the powerful Davis Family.

I went to the company the next morning.

Since she refused my request to dismiss her subordinate, then let me dismiss him myself.

At 09.30 a.m., I was drinking tea and enjoying the river view in the office when the door was roughly pushed open.

Serena angrily threw a contract onto my desk and questioned, "Henry, what do you mean?"

"I've already told you he's talented. I've already shown your dad his plan. Why are you firing him?"

"Serena, you really think I don't know your little dirty tricks?"

"Why didn't you say it was Ethan's proposal when you showed it to my dad yesterday?"

"Even if you scribbled on it, my dad would still praise you because you're the Becker's daughter-in-law."

"You really think his plan is that good?"

I tossed a document in her face. "Take a close look at this!"

Serena picked up the document I tossed over, which was the one she gave to my father yesterday, almost covered in red strokes.

"The red lines need to be changed and as for the circled parts, the bullshit part, are completely unrelated and go against the Nyctarion project. How dare you show them to my dad!"

"The proposals you showed my dad before were all revised and returned to you, right?"

"Those were my revisions. This time, my dad asked me to help you with the revisions. It's hard to say whether Ethan is talented and whether you, as the chairman, are capable is debatable."

She refuted. "Even if Ethan's proposal isn't perfect, it has its merits. He has innovative ideas and the company needs such talent."

"Henry, I hope you can bring Ethan back."

"Don't forget, you're the vice chairman of the Davis Construction and I'm the chairman. As vice chairman, you don't have the authority to directly fire my assistant."

"Shall I bring him back?"

I spoke in a cold voice and looked straight into her eyes. The Davis Family's influence was growing. It seemed Serena had figured things out over the past two days. It all depended on whether she filed for divorce.

She didn't. She just turned around and left in anger.

As I expected, my family still had value and she was reluctant to give up this part of her profit.

But she wasn't going to let me off easy.

She resorted to even more extreme means, once again provoking and challenging my bottom line.

Ethan posted on his social media again.

[With approval from my boss, I've been promoted to a full-time employee.]

Prior to this, Ethan was just an intern at the Davis Construction. He took a signed contract for permanent employment at Timmy's small restaurant.

Sure, she knew how to challenge me, to hurt me, so she took Ethan there again.

I didn't call her this time -- once enough.

The first time I called her, I still had a glimmer of hope, but not this time.

Just then I got a call from Timmy.

"Henry, I don't plan on calling you, but on second thought, I need to tell you I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Uncle Tim, what do you mean by leaving?"

"Tired and bored, I want to go and see around the world. I'll have someone else take over the restaurant."

"Uncle Tim, I know, I'll help you get grievances you've suffered."

"No, no, Henry, it's not the point. I'm really tired and bored. Don't let me affect your relationship with your wife."

I hung up the phone and headed straight to the restaurant – to only see the assistant.

Seeing me come in, he got up in a hurry and said, "Mr. Becker, Ms. Davis said my proposal was good and wanted me to be a full-time employee of the company. I didn't do this on purpose. I didn't have nothing to do with Ms. Davis."

I didn't bother to answer him. "Where's Serena?"

"That old man wasn't happy with me. He didn't want to cook for me and left. So Ms. Davis wanted to cook for me herself and I couldn't stop her."

He was so humble, but an undisguised provocation was heard in his tone.

Serena's cooking for him, haha ... she's not even acting anymore.

I was just about to go find Serena -- when the sound of high heels clacking against the floor came closer.

"Mr. Becker, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don't hit me."

He suddenly shouted, then picked a random hard thing up and smashed it on his head, bleeding.

Drama!

"Henry, enough!" Serena glared and roared at me, carrying the dishes over. "Now apologize to Ethan!"

"Ethan, how kind!"

I walked over and picked up the fallen wine bottle -- not broken yet.

I hit him hard on the head and said, "You can scream now."

"Henry, don't you think you've gone too far?" She glared at me.

"Mr. Becker, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was wrong." He bent over, acting like an innocent boy, trying to gain Serena's sympathy.

"You're not wrong." She went over to support the shaky assistant. "I'll take you to the hospital first, don't worry, this matter won't just be left unresolved."

I sat alone in the small restaurant and dialed my father's number. "Dad, I'm a bit stuck."

No word, no reaction came out of my father's mouth, so I continued. "Over the past two years, as the Davis' business was getting stronger, the relationship between me and Serena was getting more distant. Two days ago, on my birthday, she spent it with a subordinate who shares my birthday instead of coming home to be with me."

"And today, I made a scene and she cooked for that subordinate herself."

"I feel the wings of the Davis are getting stronger."

"Tell me, I'll handle it." The only words my father said.

I felt better and more excited now. "Cut the wings of the Davis and crush them to death!"

The phone ended, and in no time, Serena called and asked me to go to the County Clerk office.

Half an hour later, the two of us met at the entrance of the County Clerk office.

Serena had changed her outfit and put on a proud face, like a swan, and Ethan, wrapped in a gauze, put his eyes on me full of provocation.

He believed he had won in such an emotional competition.

But could someone like Serena let her emotions get the better of her?

Serena looked at me with a condescending look and said, "Henry, I don't think you understand the situation right now. The Beckers is on the verge of collapse. I'm giving you one chance. Kneel down and apologize to Ethan now and we can keep this marriage."