Ethan — a handsome newcomer who'd been at the company for only six months — was nothing but a "young and promising" insult!

I forced myself to leave, swallowing the ache.

"Fine, Victoria, let's divorce. I'll bring the papers later." Ignoring her protests, I took the elevator down to the garage.

Just as I unlocked the Maybach, Victoria caught up, snatched the keys, and thrust them into Ethan's hand.

"You're driving me today."

Then she turned to me, furious. "Lucas, don't think you can threaten me with divorce and get away with it!"

"Don't even think about driving the car I gave you until you apologize!"

I narrowed my eyes.

Victoria had been badly injured in a past accident and never learned to drive.

For three years, I'd driven her to work every day. This car had been a second wedding anniversary gift from her.

Back then, she cooed, "Only a cool car like this suits my most handsome husband!"

Now she wanted to hand it to Ethan?

Seeing his eager smile, I sneered.

"Fine. You want to drive it?"

I opened the driver's door, grabbed the safety hammer, and shattered the glass.

Amid Victoria's sharp, angry cry, she left without looking back.

Later, she called more than thirty times; I didn't answer.

That afternoon, I saw Ethan's Insta Moments post showing off the car.

In the photo, his young, handsome face smiled as he leaned against the car making a peace sign.

【Thanks for the encouragement, Victoria! Through wind and rain, I'll be your personal knight!】 Victoria replied: 【Keep it up, my knight!】 with a laughing emoji.

I downed a glass of hard liquor and gave a bitter laugh.

We'd been married for three years. I'd indulged her, spoiled her, and even handed her most of the company's shares.

Yet she kept trampling my dignity for this gigolo?

I set down the glass and dialed the number.

"Smash that car. Smash it to pieces — leave nothing repairable!"

The next day, Victoria stormed home, flinging ornaments from my desk to the floor.

"Lucas! Did you have someone smash Ethan's car?!"

I casually flipped through the divorce papers without looking up and asked, "Where's the evidence?"

She trembled with rage. "Who else could it be but you? Do you know how expensive that car is?!"

I looked at her. "Oh? More expensive than our three years of marriage?"

She stuttered, a flash of guilt passing.

"What are you talking about? If you hadn't forced Ethan to leave yesterday by threatening divorce, I wouldn't have had to buy him..."

I cut her off and handed her the divorce agreement.

"Sign it. I never meant to force him to leave — I only wanted a divorce."

"I wouldn't mind if you helped him take off his pants in bed after the divorce!"

She exploded, snatched the papers, and tore them into shreds.

"Lucas, there's a limit to this performance!"

"Don't forget: you owe your success to me. Without me, you're nothing."

"I'll give you one more chance. Pick a car from your garage and apologize to Ethan — or don't blame me for being rude!"

She slammed the door and left. Less than half an hour later, Ethan posted a video of my private garage on his Moments.

[So many luxury cars — which should I choose? So conflicted!]

I commented directly: [This gigolo is picky? I'm warning you: all my cars have GPS. If a single screw goes missing, who will the police believe — me, the owner, or you, this gigolo?]

Victoria called immediately to scold me. I hung up and issued the order:

“Go, smash every car that gigolo touched!”

An hour later, I anonymously posted a video online showing the garage being destroyed, captioned:

[I'm a germaphobe; I find anything others have touched disgusting.] The video was full of Victoria’s roars and Ethan's terrified cries.

Less than ten minutes later, my mother-in-law called, demanding an explanation.

I calmly recounted the events of the past two days.

“Mom, your daughter wanted to use my things to please her gigolo, and I refused. So I destroyed them. That’s perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”

I expected her to scold Victoria, but after a few seconds of silence, she exploded:

“What’s wrong with Victoria giving her assistant a car as CEO? Even if she wanted a gigolo, it wouldn’t threaten your position!”

“How can you be so narrow-minded? You have no manners as a husband!”

“Victoria is incredibly unlucky to have married a spendthrift like you!”

I never expected her to side so strongly with Victoria.

“Mom, you’re such a virtuous wife—why didn’t you let Father-in-law bring mistresses home?”

“He’s unlucky to have married a narrow-minded shrew like you!”

Those words nearly made my mother-in-law erupt. After a few seconds, she snapped:

“Shut up! If he hadn’t threatened suicide three years ago, I’d never have let Victoria marry such a scumbag!”

Seemingly afraid I’d say more, she hung up quickly.

I gripped my phone, my mind drifting back three years.

The Lane family was near bankruptcy. Exhausted, Mr. Lane was diagnosed with cancer and had little time left.

He knelt in my father’s office, tears streaming down his face.

“Chairman Chandler, please save the Lane family… I can marry my only daughter to your family!”

My father hesitated, saying he feared he couldn’t help and that he had already agreed to a marriage alliance with the Shaw Group.

But when I saw Victoria’s photo, I resolutely refused the alliance, angering my father. Later, after discussing it with Lane’s father, I agreed to marry Victoria, concealing my identity, promising to save the Lane family business.

When my mother-in-law learned I had no background, she threw a tantrum, even threatening suicide to stop the marriage.

Only after Lane’s father threatened suicide did she relent.

For three years, I held my breath, determined to prove myself, and worked to save the Lane family business.

Yet they still saw me as someone who had climbed above my station?

Fine. I’d take back everything they were proud of.

My phone vibrated—it was my father.

“You brat! I thought you were great, but you can’t even manage a woman? You’ve disgraced the Chandler family!”

My heart ached. For three years, my father had said he’d sever our relationship.

But secretly, he had watched me. My uncles and aunts told me he often praised me at dinner, saying I inherited his stubbornness and had built a successful career on my own.

Because of him, no one in the Lane Group knew my true identity.

“Dad, I want a divorce from Victoria. I’m returning to the Chandler family next week!”

“Hmph! Smart enough to recognize your work ability, but terrible at judging character! Come back and learn from me!”

I smiled, touched, and hung up.

That evening, dressed for the charity gala, the boutique called.

They said Victoria had personally come to pick up my custom-made high-end suit and watch.

“Mr. Chandler, President Lane is so thoughtful towards you…”

I hung up with a cold laugh. Victoria never apologized first after arguments.

This time, I had even insulted her mother—who knew how she’d react?

Sure enough, a friend quickly sent me a photo.

At the gala, Victoria appeared elegantly, arm in arm with Ethan, dressed in a regal outfit.

He was wearing unmistakably my unmistakable million-dollar custom suit and Patek Philippe watch.

The smug look on his face made my stomach churn. I dialed the store manager again.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the banquet, impeccably dressed.

I immediately spotted Victoria adjusting Ethan’s brooch.

“President Lane is so meticulous! Last time she adjusted his tie, and now she’s personally fixing his brooch!”

Amid the gossiping crowd, I casually glanced at Ethan and exclaimed,

“Hey? That suit looks familiar! It’s exactly my custom-made one!” I pulled up his cuff, revealing the “L.C” embroidery.

“Isn’t this the suit I had made? And this watch too! President Lane is so generous—giving my assistant a car, clothes, and a watch!” The surrounding guests murmured, “I never expected this pretty boy to be so pampered!” “They’re practically shitting on the person in question…”

Victoria’s expression shifted slightly. “Assistant Carter just graduated and hasn’t attended such a grand banquet. What’s wrong with rewarding him for his hard work?”

“Anyway, you have enough clothes to put on a fashion show, no need to be stingy, right?”

“Stingy?” I sneered. “I’ve said I’m a germaphobe; anything touched by others is dirty.”

“Since Assistant Carter has no suitable clothes, as general manager, I naturally have to be considerate!” I snapped my fingers.

A dozen neatly dressed sales clerks carrying bright green suits walked through the hall to Ethan.

Two at the front held silver trays with gleaming green watches under the lights.

“Green suits suit Assistant Carter perfectly. Pick one—don’t be shy! General Manager Lane will pay for it!”

Ethan’s face turned from red to green. He bowed deeply, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, General Manager Chandler! I didn’t know these suits and watches were yours! I’ll return them—please don’t make things difficult for President Lane…” Trembling, he removed his jacket and watch, then ran off crying.

Victoria, furious, splashed champagne on my face.

“Lucas! Did you really have to humiliate a mere assistant in public?! You disgust me!” She threw down the glass, lifted her skirt, and chased me.

I wiped my face with a handkerchief and raised my glass to the guests.

“Please excuse my rudeness, everyone. President Lane has recently taken to this ‘raising game,’ ignoring designer clothes to chase cheap, low-class items!”

The crowd laughed. Ethan, halfway out, cried louder.

Victoria glared at me, gritting her teeth, and chased me again.

“Is this the ‘goddess’ President Chandler gave up a marriage alliance to marry?”

Charlotte Shaw approached gracefully, holding a wine glass, a playful smile curving her lips.

“Mr. Chandler, I hear you’re returning to the Chandler Group. Interested in cooperating with the Shaw Group?”

“If you agree, I’ll cancel the Lane Group’s signing ceremony next week!”

“This is the perfect opportunity to slap that scumbag woman and man in the face~”

Before I could speak, my phone vibrated nonstop.

In the Lane Group executive chat, Victoria added Ethan.

[@All members, effective immediately, Lucas’s position as general manager is revoked. Ethan will take over.]