Part 2Seven Years Later, I Became a Big Shot

The large private room echoed with the sound of laughter.

These people were all familiar to me. They were the guests at that humiliating wedding, Edward's closest friends.

"How could someone who went to college end up like this?" Edward sneered.

"You're better off being my dog."

Apparently, he thought I was one of the staff members here.

The people around him burst into laughter, some even whispering to each other, speaking loud enough for me to hear.

"Wasn't it him? The one who lost the bride and the wedding."

"Poor enough to live in a basement, he deserved to have his woman stolen..."

I placed the bottle of fine wine on the table as a sign of politeness.

Since they were somehow my guests, I considered the wine a charitable gesture.

These sycophants surrounding Edward looked at me with contempt.

"Such a decent wine. Even your life isn't worth that much."

Actually, he was wrong.

I was now a rising star in the industry, with assets exceeding hundreds of millions of dollars.

And my company's market value was still on the rise.

I smiled politely and turned to leave.

Engaging with people like them was beneath me.

As for Georgia...

Our fates were probably sealed.

She had a family now, about to become a mother, and we were destined to have no further connection.

Just as I reached the door, a voice rang out behind me.

"Wait a second. Are you leaving just like that?

"Mr. Wilson didn't say you're free to go. How dare you!"

I turned around and saw Edward's top lackey, Adam, frowning at me.

He stood up as if preparing to block my path.

Edward snorted.

He shot me a sideways glance.

"You've spent all these years without improving, but your guts sure have grown."

I took a deep breath. Since I had already decided not to engage with him, the sooner I left, the better.

"Everyone, I need to get back to work."

I cleared my throat.

"Today's work is very important to me."

I wasn't lying. It wasn't easy to get Dylan here.

Had I known it was Edward, I wouldn't have bothered to come.

My words were met with merciless laughter.

"Come on, you're just a waiter. No more than a useless servant."

"That's ridiculous. You truly are poor to the bone."

I didn't get their sense of humor.

Even though my business wasn't the biggest, the employee benefits here were top-notch.

All the out-of-town staff were provided with nearby housing, and their salaries were higher than those of white-collar workers.

The people here probably didn't earn more than my waitstaff.

As if to provoke me further, some of them fiddled with the car keys and watches on the table.

I glanced over. They were nothing more than basic models. I couldn't understand what they were laughing about.

Seeing that I didn't react, Adam intentionally pulled back his sleeve and flashed his keys and watch.

"See? You'll never earn enough to buy these in your lifetime."

He sized me up, his gaze full of disdain.

"You've probably never even touched a car."

He was right. I never drove.

"Yes," I responded calmly.

"I walk to work every day."