Standing outside the building was Hector, holding a phone in his hand as he dialed the number of the people he had instructed to deliver the presents to the party.He had to stop them before they brought the gifts inside. Leaning against the side of the building, he waited for the call to connect.On the second ring, the person finally answered. “Hello, young master. The gifts have already arrived. Is there anything you want us to do?”Arrived? Hector frowned. Since they had already delivered the gifts, he had no choice but to deal with the situation. He was about to instruct them when Madison appeared, rounding the corner to his right. Her expression was somber.Hector, about to end the call, noticed the bruise on her face as she walked closer. The visible handprint on her cheek made it clear what had happened. His frown deepened.Seeing his gaze fixed on the bruise, Madison quickly brushed her hair over her face, attempting to hide it. She looked away.“Are you alright?” she asked hi

"Call them one by one!" the old lady yelled, unable to contain her frustration. "We have to get those gifts back!" For the old lady, giving such a large amount of money meant the gifts were going to be so expensive that the thought of not having them was unbearable. "Make sure to get them to call the men back!" Julia, Fiona, and Abigail exchanged confused glances. None of the men they had contacted claimed to have sent the gifts, and the uncertainty pushed the ladies to the edge. The guests had started murmuring among themselves. "A son-in-law sent those gifts. It must have been a mistake," one speculated. "Was the gift sent to the wrong address? If that's the case, it’s a real blow to the Edmund family." "If only their current son-in-law was that reliable." "Hector, isn’t it? But he’s not even at the party." "He’s not. Are you suggesting he sent the gift? How absurd. He’s just a poor brat who couldn’t even afford a decent present and probably got something from a gift shop."

Abigail stepped forward, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "It's no joke, Madison. Everyone here heard it. You agreed to divorce Hector and marry Dan. Stop pretending otherwise."She hadn’t expected Madison to speak so openly after hearing about it from her grandmother. Abigail thought Madison would quietly agree and discuss it with her in private.Madison let out a dry laugh. "I don't recall agreeing to any such thing. Dan, care to enlighten me on when this miraculous agreement occurred?"Dan hesitated for a moment but quickly recovered, plastering a confident smile on his face. "Madison, you don't need to deny it. We were talking about it yesterday. You told me you were ready to move on from this... phase of your life.""How come I don't remember saying anything like that?" Madison questioned. "I spent all of yesterday at the office handling work. I didn’t even leave until this morning. When exactly did we have this conversation about divorcing Hector?"Da

A few minutes later, the two male staff members she had found were running toward the office, one almost tripping on his shoelace.‘Why did he call us?’ The one with messy brown hair said, his gaze serious. ‘He just joined the company. Am I getting fired already?’The one who had just tripped on his shoelace had curly brown hair, and their faces were identical. The twins, Akitomo and Aritomo Higasa worked in the brainstorming department, creating ideas and strategies to help the company grow. Akitomo was optimistic and proactive, while Aritomo was cautious and detail-focused, making them a strong team.‘Is the company running out of resources or going bankrupt? I haven’t been paid my salary yet,’ he thought.‘Is he going to fire us because we were a minute late for work today?’‘Is he some kind of spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to take care of a business?’They both pictured him in an expensive suit with piercings on his brows and ears. The mere thought of him yelling at them in th

Hector wasn’t in the mood to beat around the bush or convince anyone that he could afford the building. Without a word, he pulled out his bank card. Since the conversation began, one person had tried to stop the others from mocking Hector, but they hadn’t listened to him.The other staff members who had insulted him were taken aback by the card, regret flashing in their eyes. Yet, they seemed too stunned to utter a word.Hector pointed to the youngest salesperson. “You! Attend to me,” he ordered.The young man flinched, his eyes widening in surprise. He wasn’t the only one stunned; the others, who had mocked Hector, froze, their gazes glued to the black card in his hand.“Is that a black card?” Bobby exclaimed, his eyes round with shock.“It’s really a black card!” the first saleswoman shouted.“He had a black card this whole time while we insulted him?” the second saleswoman stammered, her face turning pale. “Does that mean he’s rich?”“Did we just insult a rich man?”The card gleamed