Chapter 3

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

Victoria took a deep breath, unable to hold back her emotions any longer:

"I've made all these sacrifices for the company's development. Other men would be grateful, why can't you see that?"

I ignored her twisted logic.

She continued muttering about the importance of the company's development as usual, saying that when the company went public in the future, she would give me a place.

I had heard this so many times my ears were growing calluses. I raised my hand to interrupt her:

"No need. I'll pack my things and move out now."

It was the first time Victoria's words had been interrupted since she became the imposing boss.

Her face flushed red with anger. She glared at me for a long while before coldly snorting:

"No need. I'll leave!"

She slammed the door as she left.

I didn't chase after her, silently packing my things instead.

The client company had arranged a free luxury single room in their staff dormitory for me, which I could move into anytime.

I had just finished packing when I called a moving company.

As they were nearly done moving things, I happened to run into Evan sending Victoria home.

They were holding hands, chatting and laughing together.

Victoria had also shed her cold CEO demeanor, lowering her head with a sweet smile as she stood beside Evan, the picture of a demure and virtuous woman.

Evan noticed me first and deliberately held her hand tighter.

Victoria sensed something was off and followed his gaze to see me. She hurriedly let go of his hand.

She walked up to me, habitually about to explain, but when she saw me loading boxes into a van, she was stunned for a moment before changing tack to ask:

"Where are you going so late at night?"

Are you blind?

Can't you see the big "Moving Company" sign?

I was about to continue loading boxes.

But Victoria blocked my way, suddenly shoving the clothes she was carrying into my arms.

Seeing I didn't react, she took out the clothes and held them up against me:

"I know you've been too busy to buy clothes lately, so I picked these up for you when I passed by the mall."

Bought for me?

My build requires XL sizes, but this brand-name shirt was a size M.

The receipt that fell out of the bag showed it was paid for with Victoria's credit card, and the price was over $1000.

This wasn't something she casually bought for me. She must have taken Evan to the store to try on clothes.

She sure was generous.

Just two days ago, I bought a $20 shirt and asked her if it looked good.

She coldly scolded me for wasting money, lecturing me for over an hour about how hard it was to earn money, saying that dressing well wasn't as important as having real skills.

What now?

Has earning money suddenly become easy?

I put my hands in my pockets and coldly looked at them:

"No need. As they say, 'clothes make the man, saddles make the horse, and bells make the dog run faster.' These expensive clothes are better left for Director Evan."

Evan froze for a moment as he took the clothes, then reacted and angrily threw them down:

"How dare you insult me?"

He glared at me with reddened eyes, rushing forward to attack.

I stood my ground and slapped him, sending him tumbling to the ground:

"Not just insult you. I dare to hit you too."

Evan's thin limbs were like sticks. The only reason he had managed to hit me earlier was because I was caught off guard.

Now, I had returned that slap.

Victoria cried out, hugging Evan protectively:

"Felix! We can talk this out. Why did you have to hit him?"

"If you want to leave, then leave! Don't come back!"

She didn't need to tell me. I had no intention of coming back.

I turned and got into the moving van, speeding off towards my new life.

After resigning, I went straight to work for the client company, Thunder Tech, where I was entrusted with important responsibilities.

When I returned to Victoria's company as a client representative, I was welcomed in by the receptionist.