Part 1Seven Years Later, I Became a Big Shot

At the wedding seven years ago, during the ring exchange, my bride slapped me in front of everyone.

"Marriage? It's just a game. You don't actually think I'm serious, do you?"

The next moment, a wealthy young man took the stage, wrapping his arms around her and looking at me with disdain.

"How dare you touch my woman? Here's the deal. Crawl through my legs and bark three times, and I'll spare you. I'll let you serve me like a dog."

I stood there in disbelief, tears welling up as I asked her why. But she swiftly kicked me off the stage.

She told me to get lost.

She said I wasn't even worthy of being a dog.

Seven years later, when I returned to the city where I was born, I was already a renowned tech tycoon.

I never expected the next time I would see her to be on the golf course I owned.

The sight of her pregnant belly made me pause in shock.

I wasn't familiar with the entertainment industry in Bumville. I only bought it for the convenience of holding business events for the company.

Cutting costs was an instinct I had developed since my childhood.

After all, I had once been poor, and the feeling of living in a basement stayed with me for a long time.

That was why I cherished everything I had earned more than anyone else.

WEI gradually became a notable presence in Bumville.

It was said that if you wanted to mix in Bumville, you had to get through the door of WEI.

In the past, I didn't pay much attention to it. But this afternoon, I gave the order to stop accepting new guests.

Because I was about to host a dinner for my future business partner at the golf course.

Dylan Creeway, just over forty, was incredibly experienced.

Every project he handled was profitable, and what I wanted was the most lucrative one in his hands.

After a few rounds of golf, Dylan and I went to a private box.

As drinks were being passed around, his secretary came to fetch him for another meeting.

I was about to step out to get some fresh air when my assistant was waiting for me outside.

He respectfully handed me a business card.

"Mr. Ferguson, a young man downstairs insists on meeting you. Doesn't even realize his own standing."

Normally, I wouldn't see such people. They were just some hungry wolves who smelled an opportunity and wanted to grab a piece.

But today, I had already cleared the place, yet this guy still managed to sneak in. His actions intrigued me.

Honestly, it was rather impolite to make such a move.

I gestured, grabbed a bottle of aged red wine, and followed my assistant downstairs.

At the door, I asked my assistant to wait and pass on a message to Dylan, telling him to give me a few minutes.

After handling these situations often, I naturally learned how to manage them.

I knocked three times before a familiar voice sounded from inside.

"Come in."

As I pushed the door open, the sight before me left me frozen in place.

Sitting directly across from me was Edward Wilson, the same reckless young heir who had stolen my bride and publicly humiliated me.

And sitting next to him was Georgia Marvis, equally shocked to see me.

Her eyes, which had once been so filled with affection, were now wide with disbelief.

Her hand involuntarily slid down to rest on her swollen belly.

She was pregnant.

I hadn't noticed when I last saw Georgia.

That encounter had been purely accidental.

I was on a business trip, and I ran into her struggling with someone outside a high-end hotel.

She had insisted she wasn't selling herself, clinging to her dignity.

I stepped in and drove the man away, looking down at her.

Wasn't she dying to climb the social ladder? How had her standards dropped so much in just a few years?

That day, Georgia had looked at me with helpless eyes, begging me to take her home.

I couldn't quite explain how I felt at that time, maybe I wanted to ask her why she treated me like that back then, maybe I wanted her to regret it, or maybe I just wanted to humiliate her.

I said, "Name your price. Have a drink with me."

She quickly climbed into my car and said,

"I owe you. I won't take your money."

I drank a lot that night, and I couldn't remember what happened afterward.

I only remembered that in my sleep, it felt like a fire was surging within me.

The next morning, when I woke up, Georgia was gone.

She had left without a trace as if she had never been there at all.

Now, looking at her swollen belly and Edward's large hand on her, I suddenly understood.

She had eventually gotten what she wanted.

Edward seemed to read the expression in my eyes and immediately turned to look at Georgia with concern.

"Did the baby kick you again? Such a playful one, just like me."

The next moment, he raised an eyebrow at me.

Then he clicked his tongue and said,

"Martin, it's been so long, and you've fallen so far. You're actually working here?"