Tyrone Hendrick stood outside the manager's office of Jenkin Group's real estate company in Cleyton. He was one of the company's sales agents. After straightening his clothes, he entered the office. "How many times have I told you to knock before coming in? Is that so hard to remember?" "Honey, we're husband and wife. Why are there so many rules between us?" Tyrone forced a laugh; he'd known that he'd be told off. Ysabella Vaughn, the operations manager of Jenkin Group, glared at him before shooting up from her seat. "Honey? If I'm your wife, why don't you make me proud? How many housing units have you sold since I brought you into the company? It's been three months! I bet you're too ashamed to say it, so I'll help you out. You've sold zero units! Zero! You don't even have a potential client! Have you become completely useless after staying at home for three years? Honestly, given the current state of the property market, even a fool could do better than you!" Upon hearing his

"What? Is someone trying to hurt you? I'll send over—" "No. It's not that troublesome. Money can easily solve this problem, and I need more than 100 million dollars," Tyrone said."Oh, you gave me a shock." Karl sat back in his chair. After recovering, he said, "100 million dollars is no problem. I can even transfer a billion dollars to you! But—" "I understand. If I use my family's resources, it invalidates the agreement to break away from them. However, I can't return right away. I have to stay in Cleyton for a while." "Really?" Karl, who was usually composed, was overjoyed after hearing Tyrone's promise. He'd been waiting for this for years. "This is great! Don't worry about it. As long as you agree to return to the family, everything else is negotiable. Don't you know your father values you the most among the Hendricks' many successors?"Tyrone fell silent again; he didn't want to continue this conversation. After exchanging a few more words, he got straight to the point. "

Ysabella's eyes widened in astonishment, and her mouth hung open as she stared at Tyrone. This seemed to be the first time he'd gotten angry at her. She felt aggrieved all of a sudden. "Tyrone Hendrick! You dare call yourself a man? Wow! You even dare to scold me now, huh? Why didn't you get mad at Timothy Jenkin when he humiliated your wife right in front of you? Who do you think I'm doing all of this for? Would I have had to suffer such shame if you'd been a capable man? Would I need to offer myself up on a plate, huh?" Tyrone hung his head in silence for a long time. Indeed, he knew very well that Ysabella had been looked down on and had to suffer people talking behind her back after she'd married him. He got distressed as he heard her sobbing, and his anger dissipated. He walked over, trying to gently pat her shoulder and comfort her, but she pushed him away. "Don't touch me!" Disgusted, Ysabella complained, "I've had enough of you. Honestly, I'm tired after putting up with

The following day, Ysabella and Tyrone arrived at Jenkin Group's real estate department. To their surprise, Timothy was already there. The moment he saw Ysabella, the burning desire in his eyes became obvious. Tonight, this fair, tall, and sexy beauty would belong to him. "I can't believe such a beauty married such a useless bastard. If Ysabella was still a virgin …" Timothy's thoughts wandered as he imagined what a good time he'd share with Ysabella tonight, making his body burn. After glancing at Timothy, Ysabella walked to the side with a frown instead of returning to her office. She'd never believe that Tyrone could actually sell 100 housing units, but an expectant feeling surged in her heart. Perhaps Tyrone could really work a miracle. "Bah! What is up with me? How could I believe that bastard's lies? I must be crazy. I should think of how to deal with Timothy," Ysabella thought. Yet she still glanced at the time; it seemed like she was still holding on to a little hope be

Tyrone was pleased to see Timothy's aggrieved expression. "Timothy, my wife doesn't have to meet you for dinner with her stockings, right?" A cacophony of laughter surrounded Timothy, causing his face to redden with anger. He glared at Tyrone while shaking his head. "No! I was just kidding yesterday." Ysabella walked over, looking at Tyrone with a complicated expression. "Tyrone sold 100 houses for your company. As the heir to the company, you should at least show some gratitude, right?" Cole asked. "Yes. Of course. Don't worry, Mr. Bennet. I'll give Tyrone the commission right away! No, I'll give him an extra 20% for the commission." Under Cole's watchful gaze, Tyrone soon received a text. Hearing the notification, Ysabella grabbed the phone and counted the zeros in the sum that had just been transferred to his account. The commission was worth 2.2 million dollars. Ysabella covered her mouth in excitement, as this was the first time she'd witnessed someone earn so much mo