Part 3Seven Years Later, I Became a Big Shot

Laughter erupted again in the room.

I was stunned once more.

I was telling the truth. My estate was connected to the golf course, so I didn't need to commute.

What were they laughing at?

Edward, sitting at the head of the table, cleared his throat, and the room fell silent.

At that moment, I realized that everyone in this room, except for me, was Edward's lackey.

They were eagerly waiting for their master's next command.

Edward pulled Georgia closer, his chin rubbing against her head.

"Georgia, if you hadn't listened to me back then, you probably wouldn't be sitting here," he said.

"Martin's just a good-for-nothing."

The entire room burst into laughter.

Only Georgia glanced at me cautiously before immediately looking down, seeming a bit flustered.

In that instant, I became curious. Was she worried I would expose the fact that we'd drunk together?

Was she worried that Edward would get angry?

I wouldn't stoop to such petty acts.

Edward's gaze swept over the room, and once again, the place went quiet.

He looked at me from his high position with a condescending gaze.

"If you kneel and beg me now, I'll have Mr. Anderson help you out. Getting a raise will be no problem."

Mr. Anderson? I furrowed my brows in thought.

Seeing my confusion, Adam laughed louder.

"Stop thinking about it. Mr. Anderson is the trusted confidant of the owner of this golf course. A lowly employee like you will never get a chance to meet him." He sneered.

"Hurry up and kneel. This is your one and only chance to turn your life around.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Mr. Wilson is rarely kind."

A group of people telling me to kneel and beg for mercy. How was this supposed to be kind?

Their morals were even lower than I'd imagined.

Being Edward's dog was certainly about personal gain.

They were like flies hovering over the crack in an egg. There was no need to argue with them.

And I definitely wouldn't let them know my true capabilities.

I smiled calmly.

"Enjoy your meal and your laughter. I'll take my leave now."

What I had to do was a thousand times more important than this.

Just as I was about to leave, a force from behind nearly caused me to stumble.

Adam glared at me, and his face was full of anger.

Edward looked at me with a smirk, saying nothing.

Then, Adam kicked me in the knee.

Although the pain shot through me, I remained steady on my feet.

"Didn't I tell you to kneel?" he snapped.

"You can't wait to learn your lesson, huh?"