She Chose the Chauffeur, So I Chose Revenge

I didn't slow my pace. I dialed the head of my legal team directly.

“Notify the board.”

“Suspend every authorization Sally James holds within the group. Freeze all of her assets.”

“Revoke every access permission under Sebastian Henson's name.”

A beat of silence on the other end.

“Mr. Gilbert, about Ms. James……”

I looked down at the prenatal report, dirty now where it had been ground under a heel.

“As of this moment, there is no Ms. James at this company.”

That afternoon, the system locked Sally out of every permission she had.

Sebastian fared worse.

When HR set the termination notice down in front of him, the color drained from his face.

Sally finally understood that I wasn't throwing a tantrum.

She called me a dozen times.

I didn't pick up once.

At eight that night, I'd just stepped out of the board meeting when the driver didn't take the usual route home.

The car turned down a road I didn't recognize.

I lifted my head, looking toward the front seat：

“Where are we going?”

The driver didn't dare meet my eyes.

“Mr. Gilbert, Miss James said you've been working too hard lately.”

“She asked me to take you to the suburban villa to rest for a few days.”

The next second, the doors locked on their own, and my phone lost signal.

When the car stopped, Sally was already waiting at the door.

She'd changed her clothes, her face dark, a layer of restless agitation pressed beneath her eyes.

“Ulysses, let's talk.”

I looked at her and let out a scornful laugh：

“Talk? By kidnapping me?”

She frowned.

“I was just afraid you'd act on impulse and blow this up past the point of fixing.”

“You're emotionally unstable right now. You're in no state to keep fighting over the company.”

“Restore my authorizations, and sign a new share-proxy agreement.”

“From now on, you leave the company to me first.”

She nearly drove me to laughter.

Sally led me into the living room.

The documents were already laid out on the table.

She pushed the pen toward me.

“Sign it, and we're still husband and wife.”

“I can promise you that.”

“From now on, there won't be anyone besides Sebastian.”

I raised my eyes to her, barely able to believe what I'd just heard.

And yet Sally looked as though she thought she'd made some enormous concession.

“Ulysses, you grew up in this world too.”

“You should know, those women out there, which of them doesn't have seven or eight lovers on the side?”

“All I want is you and Sebastian.”

“You're my husband, the Gilbert heir, my respectability in public.”

“He's been with me so long, and the child in my belly is his. I can't let him down either.”

“This family can still go on just fine.”

So this was how Sally saw it.

I should count myself lucky that she was willing to let me go on being her husband.

In that moment, I genuinely wanted to be sick.

I picked up the pen, and Sally's expression finally eased a fraction.

I lowered my head and looked at the share-proxy agreement.

Then I lifted my hand and tore it in two.

Sally's face went completely cold.

“Ulysses Gilbert, don't push me.”

I threw the shredded paper in her face and laughed in scorn.

“You think you're fit to run my company?”

The last trace of warmth in Sally's eyes vanished completely.

She gave a cold order to the bodyguards：

“Take the gentleman upstairs.”

“When he's thought it through, he can come back out.”

Two bodyguards stepped forward and seized me, one on each side.

My voice went cold.

“Sally James, you wouldn't dare.”

She looked at me, her tone somehow still gentle.

“Ulysses, I'm doing this for your own good.”

“Once you've calmed down, you'll understand.”

The door slammed shut behind me.

The lock turned. The windows were sealed. My phone was gone.