"Unlike people like you, everything I've achieved is through my own hard work. Rather than being a decorative figurehead, I value having real worth in a woman's eyes."
His gaze was mocking, a stark contrast to the gentle yet firm demeanor he displayed towards women earlier.
I couldn't help but clench the report in my hand, a cold laugh escaping my lips.
"You have quite the nerve. Gabriela has never lacked people to work for her. Your so-called value is negligible to her."
He wasn't annoyed. Instead, he calmly opened his phone's photo album, which was almost entirely filled with screenshots of my chat history with Gabriela.
"You might not know, but since last month, Ms. Petersen has given me her phone password. That means, since then, I've been on the other end of your chat list."
"By the way, on your wedding anniversary, that diamond-encrusted watch you really liked—it was my suggestion that Mrs. Petersen buy it."
"That time you told her to go home early and shared pictures of your new four-piece bedding set—it was also me who persuaded Mrs. Petersen to go home and that's when she finally put down her work and went back."