They looked like a pair fresh from the registry, hands entwined, faces glowing with the kind of sweetness only new couples wore.

When Keira spotted me, her smile disappeared like a candle snuffed out. She regarded me with a cold, superior stare.

"Gael, enjoying life lately?" she asked, her tone mocking.

"I warned you, once you leave me, no one will want you."

"You think you're exceptional, but without the Fanning family, you're nothing more than a hollow name."

"Tell me, are you regretting it now?"

Her lips curled faintly, a predator savoring the moment.

"For my dad's sake, I'll be generous. Kneel down here, in public, and apologize to me and Keanu, and maybe… just maybe, I won't divorce you."

Keanu's lips curled into a smirk as he drawled, "Gael, President Keira is giving you a chance; you'd better know how to treasure it. With the rumors about you spreading like wildfire, once you're divorced, you'll never rise again. No company will dare touch a man with such a filthy reputation…"

Before he could finish, I cut in, my tone calm but edged with steel.

"If I divorce Keira, isn't that exactly what you've been dreaming of?"

"You must be feeling quite satisfied right now."

I didn't give him the dignity of a reply. Turning to Keira, I said flatly, "Stop wasting time. Let's get the divorce certificate."

Keira's voice rose, sharp and furious. "Gael, is this the attitude you're showing me?"

"I'm giving you this one last chance only because of my father. Since you refuse to appreciate it, I won't waste another breath."

"You want a divorce? Fine. But once it's done, I'll go straight to the registry with Keanu. And when that day comes, even if you regret it and kneel before me, it'll be far too late."

I didn't let her finish. My reply was calm, but cold enough to frost the air. "Then let me offer my congratulations in advance, you'll make a perfect pair."

"I've no time for pointless chatter. Let's end this."

She nearly trembled with rage.

And right after we signed the final papers, she did exactly what she promised, dragging Keanu to the marriage registry without hesitation.

Before stepping inside, she turned back, her eyes glittering with provocation, as if daring me to react.

Keanu, brimming with pride, took a picture of their marriage certificate and plastered it across his social media.

I paid it no mind. Without a second thought, I left for the airport, bound overseas to take over the vast inheritance Uncle Kelvin had entrusted to me.

Days later, the Fanning Corporation's 30th anniversary arrived in full splendor.

The celebration unfolded in a five-star hotel, buzzing with life as invitations had reached every major business partner, along with relatives and friends from both the Fanning and Reeves families. The atmosphere was as grand as it was festive.

Keira and Keanu couldn't hide their excitement.

Only a few days prior, the legendary Ventimiglia Investment Group had expressed interest in investing in the Fanning Corporation.

If such a powerhouse joined hands with them, the company's future would surge beyond imagination.

Keira and Keanu were over the moon over their sudden fortune, deciding to unveil the news with grandeur on the night of the Fanning Corporation's 30th anniversary.

An announcement like that would send the company's reputation skyrocketing.

Yet as the event began in the opulent hotel hall, I walked in.

The moment Keira and Keanu spotted me, their expressions darkened like clouds blotting out the light.

All around, curious gazes followed me.

Guests leaned toward one another, their voices low but unmistakable.

"Why is Gael here?"

"Didn't he divorce Keira? He's been cast out of the Fanning family. Is he here just to make a scene?"

"Keira and Keanu already got their marriage certificate. Their wedding will be soon. Even if Gael regrets it now, there's no turning back."

"They say the senior executives of Ventimiglia Investment Group will be here tonight. If they see Gael stirring trouble, they might pull out of the investment entirely."

Keanu's lips curled into a sneer as his gaze locked onto me. "Gael, how dare you show your face here? You're not welcome, leave."

His tone sharpened, the arrogance in his voice unmistakable. "You've heard, haven't you? Ventimiglia is about to inject capital into us. You came to wreck it, didn't you?"

"I'll warn you once, try it, and we'll make you regret it for the rest of your life."

Keira's cold laugh cut through the noise. "Why waste time talking? Call security and throw him out. And if he dares lift a finger, call the police and have him arrested."

The moment she said those words, she snapped her fingers for the hotel security to throw me out.

But the guards didn't budge, standing still as if her voice hadn't reached their ears.

Keira's face twisted with fury, but before she could lash out, Keanu barked at them, his tone sharp and arrogant.

"Are you deaf? If you don't want your job, just say so! I'll call your manager right now and have all of you fired!"

Without waiting for a response, Keanu ordered the hotel manager to come over.

When the manager arrived, he didn't spare them a single glance. Instead, he turned to me, his tone warm and respectful.

"Mr. Harington, everything is ready. When would you like us to play the videos?"

Before I could speak, Keira snapped at the manager, her voice sharp with outrage.

"Manager Smith, what is the meaning of this?"

Keanu's glare was no less venomous as he barked, "Our company has a partnership with your hotel! If you dare treat us like this, do you know what will happen when your boss finds out?"

The manager's eyes turned cold as ice, his tone cutting through the air.

"Our boss has made it clear that anyone who dares to disrespect Mr. Harington will be beaten out with sticks."

"And from this moment on, all of our boss's businesses will sever ties with Fanning Corporation."

At the manager's words, the entire room fell into stunned silence.

Keanu's face darkened as he burst out, his voice brimming with rage.

"Just because of Gael, your boss wants to cut ties with Fanning Corporation? Does your boss even know that Ventimiglia Investment Group is about to invest in us? Others would kill for a chance to work with us, yet your boss chooses this moment to sever ties for Gael's sake. Has your boss gone mad?"

Keira's cold gaze locked onto me.

"Gael, what exactly are you up to?"

I met her eyes calmly. "You'll find out soon enough."

At my words, the hotel manager gave a discreet signal, and the banquet hall's massive screen flickered to life.

The moment the footage appeared, Keira and Keanu's faces drained of color.