You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The smell, a mixture of sea breeze and cheap industrial fragrance, wafted straight toward the white wicker deck chair like a sticky net.

The champagne glass tilted in the air, the pale golden liquid about to spill onto the crisp black shirt.

In that split second.

Chen Yuan's legs, which were originally crossed, suddenly slammed onto the wooden walkway with a speed that defied the laws of gravity.

His tall figure, along with that heavy rattan recliner.

It was as if it had been fitted with a sliding rail, and it was forcibly moved backward by a full meter.

The movements were swift and efficient; not a single drop of ice water spilled from the white porcelain fruit plate he was holding.

"Bang!"

Amy missed her target and completely lost her balance.

Her proud, fiery body did not collide with that broad chest brimming with masculine hormones.

Instead, he landed face down on the hard rattan lounge chair where Chen Yuan had just been lying.

"what!"

A piercing, distorted scream.

The hard vine struck her nose directly, making a sharp, teeth-grinding sound.

The champagne in the glass was completely spilled over onto her burgundy bikini, which had very little fabric.

It flowed down the crevices in a sticky mess, mixing with the carefully applied foundation on my face.

He looked as disheveled as a drowned rat that had just been pulled out of a sewer.

Chen Yuan stood a meter away.

His deep black eyes looked down at the woman writhing in pain on the recliner.

There was not a trace of tenderness or pity in his eyes.

There was only a coldness, as if looking at garbage.

"Throw it out and burn the deck chair."

Chen Yuan didn't even bother to utter a single extra word.

He turned around and gave instructions to the security personnel standing not far away.

There was an undisguised disgust in that voice.

It was as if the wind this woman had stirred up had dirtied his territory.

Before the bodyguard could even step forward...

"Tap, tap."

A series of crisp footsteps echoed from the other end of the party area, treading on the anti-corrosion wooden boardwalk.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

The frost in Chen Yuan's eyes melted away the moment he heard the footsteps.

It transforms into a warm sense of indulgence.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a French-style silk slip dress with a windproof shawl casually draped over her shoulders.

She held her daughter, Chen Muzhou, who had just taken a bath and was wearing a pink dress, steadily in her arms.

The little guy was biting his finger and looking around curiously with his big eyes.

She used to be a socially anxious girl who would tremble at the sound of a stranger's voice and would always cover herself up tightly when going out.

These few years.

Under Chen Yuan's daily favoritism and support, he nurtured his child.

She had long since cultivated the composure and ruthlessness befitting a female empress of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

Shen Wanzhou walked to Chen Yuan's side.

Chen Yuan naturally reached out and took his daughter from her arms, holding her skillfully in one arm.

With his other hand, he handed over the bowl of peeled, chilled grapes.

Shen Wanzhou did not take the bowl.

Her gaze passed over Chen Yuan's shoulder and landed on Amy, who had just gotten up from the recliner, covering her nose and looking disheveled.

There was no spark of anger in Peach Blossom's eyes.

There were no hysterical questions either.

There was only an extreme calmness, an indifference as if looking at a dead object.

"Mr. Shen... Chairman Shen..."

Amy covered her bleeding nose and met those eyes, which were as cold and clear as an icy pool.

My ambition to climb higher was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured over my head.

She was so cold that her blood seemed to freeze.

Having spent years navigating the fringes of the entertainment industry, she knows all too well what that look in the eyes of someone in a position of power means.

That was a true power of life and death.

"I...I just twisted my ankle by accident, I didn't mean to touch Chairman Chen..."

She endured the excruciating pain in her nasal bridge and tried to squeeze out two pitiful tears.

He attempted to deceive this seemingly delicate female tycoon.

Shen Wanzhou didn't even have the patience to listen to her explanation.

She turned her head slightly.

His gaze fell on Uncle Fu, who was standing not far away, his forehead already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Uncle Fu".

Her clear voice echoed in the sea breeze, carrying an undeniable and absolute authority.

"Contact her agency."

"Yes, Miss."

Uncle Fu immediately took out the encrypted tablet and quickly swiped his fingers across the screen.

In less than ten seconds, all the details about the young model had been revealed.

"She signed with Beijing-based Xingyue Media, a company in which our Shen family conglomerate owns 60 percent of the shares."

Shen Wanzhou nodded.

She walked to the dirty recliner and looked down at Amy, who was trembling like a leaf.

"Notify the president of Xingyue."

"Within ten minutes, all her announcements and endorsements were banned across the entire internet."

"The termination agreement was sent directly to her email address."

"Have her transfer all the penalty fees, at the maximum rate, to the company account within three days."

Shen Wanzhou spoke slowly.

Each word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Amy squarely on the top of her head.

"No! Chairman Shen! You can't do this!"

Amy panicked completely, her legs went weak, and she knelt down on the wooden walkway with a thud.

His knee slammed against the wooden board with a dull thud.

In recent years, she has offended many people in the industry in order to climb the ladder, and she also has a lot of high-interest loans she incurred to buy luxury goods.

If they are truly banned across the entire internet, they will also have to pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract.

She won't even have the right to beg on the streets for the rest of her life!

"Chairman Shen, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Ignoring the risk of exposure, she tried to grab Shen Wanzhou's ankles with both hands and feet.

"Drag her away, she's too noisy."

Chen Yuan frowned slightly.

He held his daughter in one arm and wrapped his other arm around Shen Wanzhou's waist.

He pulled her back half a step, avoiding her dirty hands smeared with sunscreen.

Two burly bodyguards in black stepped forward.

It held Amy's arms tightly, like two lumps of rotten flesh.

They dragged him out of the party area without any mercy.

"Chairman Chen! Chairman Shen! Please, please let me go!"

Sharp, mournful cries echoed in the air above the island.

But none of the surrounding guests dared to plead for them.

Everyone kept their heads down, pretending to be tasting wine or admiring the scenery.

Nobody wants to offend this couple at the very top of the power pyramid because of some clueless fool.

Less than ten minutes.

The sea breeze dispersed the last trace of cheap perfume in the air.

Uncle Fu walked to Shen Wanzhou's side and bowed slightly.

"Miss, Xingyue's situation has been cleaned up."

"Also, this woman just bought a standing ticket on the black market for a cargo ship to return to China tonight; she's probably planning to run away."

Faced with absolute capital dominance.

These fleas that try to climb the social ladder have no choice but to flee in disarray.

Shen Wanzhou took the bowl of peeled grapes that Chen Yuan handed her.

Pick one up and put it in your mouth.

The cool, sweet fruit melts on the tongue.

He completely suppressed the turmoil of displeasure churning in his heart.

Watching the bodyguards drag the terrified mixed-race model away, Shen Wanzhou snorted: "They dare to covet even a single hair on my husband's head, they're courting death."