It was the Patek Philippe that Megan had given me for my twentieth birthday. I had never worn it, unwilling to risk scratching it and had always kept it locked away in the safe.
The moment I recognized it, my blood seemed to freeze.
"Brian, don’t be like this." Megan walked over and gently patted Brian’s shoulder. "This is the company’s decision—you don’t need to give up the position."
She turned to me, a trace of reproach in her eyes. "Raymond, you’re not going to be this petty, are you?"
That sentence was like a knife plunging straight into my heart.
For years, I had given up my family business and started from the bottom. When she worked overtime, I brought her meals; when she was sick, I stayed by her side through the night.
I worked myself to the bone, driving Wallace Group’s business volume to climb year after year, its market value multiplying several times over and now, in front of all the company’s senior executives, she was calling me petty?
I nearly bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and said coldly, "Miss Wallace, I resign."
For the first time, a flicker of panic appeared on Megan’s face. "Raymond, what did you say?"
"I said, I’m done. Move!" I shoved Brian out of my way.