Wedding Day Car Attack — I Ended It

“That kind of skill is way beyond us ordinary folks. For all we know, he’s begging President Bennett in private to let him be her side piece.”

“Money talks, and a thick skin is priceless. Otherwise, why is he the manager and you’re just a bottom-rung employee?”

I was about to lose my temper when Sophia Bennett stepped out of the elevator.

The moment she saw me, the smile on her face instantly disappeared.

“What are you still standing here for? Waiting for me to personally invite you to start work?”

“Come into my office. You’re an hour late today, so I’m marking you down as absent.”

She turned to head back, but I said coldly,

“No need. I’m resigning on my own.”

“Here’s what you asked for—I’m returning it.”

“I’ll hand over the remaining work to my team. No need for you to worry, President Bennett.”

I tossed the project evaluation report onto her desk. Her expression darkened immediately.

“Adrian Scott, are you threatening me?”

“I wouldn’t dare—you’re President Bennett, after all.”

“I’ll send my resignation to HR online. Goodbye.”

I turned to leave, but Sophia rushed to block my way.

“What’s this about? You’re quitting over yesterday? Is it really worth it?”

“If you walk out, don’t even think about coming back! The Bennett Corporation doesn’t need you!”

My brow furrowed, my face cold.

“You know exactly why.”

“Since you don’t need me, kindly move.”

I firmly pressed the elevator button, but then I heard familiar voices behind me.

“If Manager Scott’s leaving, then I’m leaving too!”

“I quit as well!”

“What kind of garbage company only cares about sleeping around? Staying here won’t end well—I’m out too!”

The employees who had mocked me earlier smirked even wider.

“Good riddance. Useless people just waste resources.”

“Adrian Scott, with your skills, you should be grateful the Bennett Corporation even let you in!”

“Bunch of idiots—do they really think Adrian Scott can do anything for them?”

A few of my team members squeezed into the elevator with me. After venting, they calmed down, their voices tinged with worry.

“Manager, have you thought about where you’ll go after you quit?”

“I want to work with you…”

When the elevator doors opened, I sent their names to the Scott family.

“Get them placed in positions. Their skills are fine—hire them directly.”

Then I turned to them and said quietly,

“Thanks for speaking up for me. You can report to the Scott Group tomorrow. But the company’s stricter, so it may be tougher.”

Their eyes widened in shock.

“Manager, your ‘Scott’… is that the Scott?”

“And President Bennett’s assistant…?”

“An illegitimate son.”

“About to be kicked out any day now.”

I turned down their offer to take me out for dinner—not to be standoffish, but because my father had just messaged me. He wanted me to attend a business banquet tomorrow night, where he planned to announce my identity publicly and kick Ryan Scott out for good.

After the breakup, some old friends dragged me out for a day of partying.

It wasn’t until I was on a yacht, drinking and watching fireworks, that returning to the Scott family finally felt real.

Maybe my father was right.

Love can betray you—but power and money won’t.

When the banquet began, I changed into a custom-made suit and slid into the seat of a limited-edition Pagani.

As I got out, I unexpectedly ran into Sophia and Ryan again.

Ryan had one arm around her shoulder, looking me up and down with disdain.

“Adrian, did you rent that whole setup just to hook another rich woman?”

“Let me give you a tip—not every woman is as kind as Sophia.”