Chapter 4

Clenching his jaw, Justin forced an awkward smile and walked over to the electric scooter. He bent down and bowed.

"I'm sorry! Kicking you earlier was my fault. Please forgive me!"

The electric scooter of course didn't respond. Justin stood beside it awkwardly.

"Mr. Quinn, what do you think?" Frank asked with an ingratiating smile.

"All right, just get my money. I've got other things to do," Victor said. He waved Justin off, unwilling to press the matter further. He had more important things to deal with.

"Got it!" Seeing that Victor seemed somewhat appeased, Frank quickly called Maya over. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and assist Mr. Quinn!"

"Yes, of course!" Maya finally snapped out of her shock and walked over to Victor with a sweet smile. "Mr. Quinn, please follow me."

Soon, the three million was ready, packed into two bags for Victor.

When they came out, Justin was still standing beside the electric scooter.

Victor ignored him, got on the electric scooter, and was about to leave when Maya suddenly called out, "Victor, wait a second!"

Victor turned around.

Maya approached him with a shy smile and spoke softly. "It's been years since we graduated. How have you been?"

"Not bad."

"What kind of work are you doing now?" Maya asked.

"I'm unemployed."

It was true. Victor didn't have a job. His only occupation was doing housework and cleaning at home.

Maya was speechless. He was an unemployed man sitting on twenty billion in assets.

She obviously didn't believe him. She assumed he must be from some top-tier wealthy family, which wasn't entirely wrong. It was just that this had been Victor's past identity.

"I've actually wanted to contact you all these years, but I didn't have your number." Maya brushed her hair aside, revealing her charming features. "Can we exchange numbers?" she asked coyly.

"Of course." Victor didn't refuse.

He had thought of this when he first saw Maya, and now that she had brought it up it made things easier.

Justin, standing nearby, secretly scorned her. She was an opportunistic person. Yet, he failed to realize he was the same.

-

Victor arrived at Jensen Group on his scooter.

The security guard stopped him. "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No." Victor shook his head.

"Then you can't go in."

The guard glanced at Victor's plain clothing and wondered if he was here to collect a debt.

Just then, a BMW slowly pulled up at the entrance.

A man in his twenties, dressed in a suit, stepped out holding a bouquet of flowers and headed straight inside. The security guard didn't stop him.

Seeing this, Victor became impatient and pointed at the man. "You won't let me in, but why does he get to go in?"

The guard sneered at Victor. "He's the general manager of Golden Luxe. Do you think you're on the same level as him?"

Golden Luxe was one of the top companies in Clearwater City, the leading brand in the city's jewelry industry. The implication was clear. That man was a big shot, and Victor was just a nobody.

"So what? I'm your CEO's husband," Victor muttered.

"You're Victor?" The man turned around after hearing Victor's murmured words.

"Who are you?" Victor didn't recognize the well-dressed man before him.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan Lawrence, General Manager of Golden Luxe." Jonathan smiled, looking Victor up and down with undisguised disdain.

"Oh." Victor didn't want to engage with him and simply called Sophie, telling her he was at the company entrance. He asked her to come down.

Sophie complained for a moment before hanging up.

Noticing that Victor was using an old-fashioned phone worth only a few hundred bucks, Jonathan furrowed his brows with contempt.

Before long, Sophie arrived outside.

Seeing Victor, she frowned. "Why didn't you just stay home? What are you doing here?" Her tone carried a hint of frustration.

Other people's husbands were either CEOs or managers, admired and respected wherever they went. Why was her husband such a deadbeat? He couldn't even get into the company on his own and had to wait for her to come down.

"Sophie!" Jonathan's expression instantly changed as he put on what he thought was a charming smile and stepped forward.

"Oh, Mr. Lawrence." Sophie greeted him indifferently.

"Sophie, work has been busy, and I haven't had time to visit you. But as soon as I finished, I came here right away." Jonathan approached, offering the bouquet with a soft voice. "These roses are for you. Do you like them?"

The bouquet had ninety-nine roses arranged in a heart shape. It looked incredibly romantic.

Victor was furious.

'Is this man really flirting with my wife right in front of me?'

Just as Sophie was about to speak, Victor strode forward, snatched the bouquet, and threw it to the ground. "Honey, we don't need his flowers. I'll buy you some."

Jonathan's face darkened as he watched Victor toss his flowers onto the ground. He sneered. "You'll buy her some? With what money?" Jonathan pointed at the scattered roses and scoffed, "Do you even know how much these cost? Over a thousand bucks! Can you afford them?

"Everyone knows you're a well-known loser, a house husband mooching off the Jensen family! What are you going to use to pay? Sophie's pocket money?" He burst into laughter.

The security guard chuckled as well.

Victor, however, was unfazed. Or rather, he didn't care. Ignoring the mockery, he pulled the visibly irritated Sophie toward the company building.

"Honey, let's not pay attention to him," he said. "I'll get you something better."

"Enough! Just don't cause me more trouble, and I'll be grateful!" Sophie hissed.

Frustrated, Sophie shook Victor off, and walked back into the building. She was already stressed over financial issues, and now Victor had come to embarrass her even more.

Victor had no choice but to follow Sophie inside.

Along the way, many employees pointed and whispered.

"Isn't that Ms. Jensen's useless husband?"

"Keep it down. How is he useless? He does housework really well!"

"Hahaha! In that case, I'm no match for him!"

-

"What are you doing here too?" Victor asked.

When Victor arrived at Sophie's office, he spotted Lena and immediately became unhappy.

Why was this woman everywhere? She was at his house before, and now she was here too. She was like a lingering ghost.

"You're one to talk." Lena rolled her eyes at him, casually resting her legs on the table. "Why can't I be here? You, on the other hand, are an embarrassment to Sophie. Why did you even bother coming here?"

Victor glanced at Lena's legs before quickly looking away. Turning to Sophie, he said, "Sophie, the three million you needed is here."

With that, he dropped the bags of money on the floor.

Victor opened the bags, revealing stacks of banknotes.