I felt my rage blazing from within as the thought sank in. "I'm asking you one last time, Charlotte. Are you sure you want to end this?"

Charlotte nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Yes! You and I are done from this moment onward! I have already paid you, so get out!"

Upon hearing Charlotte mention the payment again, the confusion I had momentarily dismissed came rushing back. "What payment?"

Charlotte let out a contemptuous laugh. "Drop the act. I had the finance department back wire you 99 dollars every time I slept with you, Robert."

It was only then that I understood the truth behind the mysterious 99-dollar deposits. I had foolishly assumed they were minor expense reimbursements, not the price of my "services."

I let out a weary sigh, acknowledging that it was genuinely hard to find someone suitable for that kind of intimacy. After a moment, I said, "I'm going to ask you just one question, Charlotte."

I shifted my tone, my face set in a serious expression as I gazed at her. "Did you really feel nothing for me in this past month?"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her expression dripping with contempt. "Have you lost your mind? How could I, CEO of Ward Group, develop feelings for a man who lives off women like you? Your only assets were your stamina and skills in bed. You possessed no other redeeming feature beyond that."

She then fixed me with a sharp look and added, "I'll be honest with you, Robert. With my kind of upbringing and background, being in a long-term relationship with someone like you is simply impossible."

I fought to suppress a laugh, mimicking her disdainful delivery as I retorted, "I'll be honest with you as well since you were so candid, Ms. Ward. The heights you have reached are but the visible edge of the real world. Ward Group will amount to absolutely nothing once I'm gone."

I had barely walked out when the door slammed shut behind me. The cold autumn air whipped around me, and I realized that the luggage Charlotte had tossed at me contained nothing but a few flimsy pieces of clothing.

I stared at the now firmly locked door, a complex wave of emotions washing over me.

I had genuinely planned to disclose my identity and bring her home to meet my parents once this busy stretch ended. I hadn't expected that after all my efforts—nearly a hundred nights together—that my sole function was to satisfy her base desires.

I couldn't hold back my frustration any longer. I hailed a cab and went directly to Ward Group. I walked from the main entrance all the way to the CEO's office, with all the employees I passed pointing and gossiping about me.

"Isn't that Mr. Foster? Why is he here?"

"Haven't you heard what happened? Ms. Ward fired him! He must be here now to demand his severance pay!"

"That's what you get when you live off women. He not only got dumped, but he also got fired."

I understood right away that to all these people, I was already a complete and utter joke.

Charlotte stepped out of her office, her face full of disdain. "Haven't I already paid you? What are you doing at the company, Robert?"

I swallowed my rage and looked straight into her eyes. "I heard that I'm getting fired."

In that instant, the entire office floor went silent. Every employee was straining to hear, utterly captivated by how this dramatic confrontation would play out.

I had hoped for a clean break; I hadn't expected her to act so ruthlessly. A termination and a voluntary resignation were worlds apart. If this information had circulated within the industry, it would have severely compromised my professional standing.

Charlotte dismissively waved me off. "Stop being so pathetic, Robert. I made it clear this morning that I no longer want anything to do with you."

"I just want to know if I'm really getting fired, Charlotte," I said flatly.

"Yes, you are!" Charlotte snapped. "You just had to show up here when I was going to let you walk away with whatever dignity you had! I have no need for incompetence on my payroll, Robert!"

I fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "You're going to regret this, Charlotte."

She scoffed. "Why would I? Your position as the director of the company was a mere formality, a reward for your… services. Now that Mr. Zimmerman is back, your time here is over."

Charlotte's emotions flared as she concluded, "Listen up, Robert! You were nothing more than a lapdog I kept at my side. You don't have the standing to negotiate anything!"

I maintained my composure. After all, I still held a flicker of affection for Charlotte, which was why I had catered to her every whim back then.

"You'd better listen up as well, Charlotte. You're still my partner for now, regardless of whatever arrangement you've made with Steven. The deal in Barovia was the result of a single phone call I made—"

"Enough!" Charlotte cut me off, her eyes brimming with contempt. "How could you have closed the deal, Robert? I always thought you were trustworthy, but now you're even lying through your teeth!

"Mr. Zimmerman was the one who returned with the deal signed, sealed, and delivered. What have you contributed to this company besides warming my bed, Robert?"

I found myself unable to communicate with her; I had to pause for several deep breaths just to steady myself. "I already told you that the deal in Barovia was finalized through my efforts, but since you refuse to believe me, there is nothing more I can do."

Charlotte simply ignored my attempts to clarify the situation. "You should just take the money and leave at once if you have any dignity left, Robert. Beg all you want, but there is zero chance I will be with a kept man like you."

She smugly cocked her eyebrow after saying that, her eyes dripping with disdain.

I found the spectacle highly entertaining. I had always maintained a low profile and avoided revealing my true identity, yet here she was calling me a kept man.

Charlotte had summoned the security guards to escort me out of the premises before I could even say another word. "Take the money and leave while the option is still on the table, Robert. You'll receive nothing at all if I change my mind."

I decided further argument was pointless after seeing Charlotte's resolute stance. "I'll leave, but before that, I have one last thing to say."

I glared at her, declaring, "I'll make sure that none of you will be able to close a deal in Barovia once I walk out of this company!"

I had just turned to make my exit when Charlotte's voice rang out sharply from behind. "Hold it right there, Robert!"

I stopped and turned back, fixing her with a chilling gaze. "What's the matter? Have you finally regretted your decision, Ms. Ward?"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her expression dripping with disdain. "Why would I regret it, Robert? Take a good look at yourself! What on earth makes you think you're worth regretting?"

Then, right in front of everyone, she roughly yanked off the work jacket I had just grabbed downstairs for warmth, leaving my thin undershirt visible. "You may leave, but the jacket stays."

I smiled faintly as I narrowed my eyes. "I'm genuinely curious, Charlotte. Why do you put so much trust in Steven? I mean, as far as I know, he didn't even meet the client in Barovia. So how could he have closed the deal?"

I had just said that when murmurs suddenly broke out all around me.

"Is he for real or just clueless? I mean, the client has already wired the payment into the company account, yet he's still running his mouth here."

"I know, right? It's clear that the kept man is just jealous of Mr. Zimmerman's success, so now he's trying to discredit him."

"How pathetic! He's just a kept man, yet he dared to challenge a key contributor to the company's success!"

I suddenly understood the whole situation. I had initially called the client and casually mentioned the deal, not realizing that the client would immediately wire the funds before even signing the contract.

Only then did I realize that I actually held so much influence. Ironically, my influence had left me no way to defend myself.

Charlotte took my silence as fear. Her face twisted in disgust, "That's enough, Robert. You should know that the company isn't your stage for empty talk. Hurry up and get lost."

I could no longer endure the insults; my patience had reached its limit. I took out my phone just as Charlotte turned to return to her office.

"You shouldn't dismiss me in such a rush, Charlotte. You don't believe me, right? You'll know the truth once I make this call."

I immediately called the number in front of everyone. "Hey, Calvin. It's Robert."

Calvin Baker, on the other end, sounded surprised. "What's the matter, Rob? Didn't you say you were preoccupied with your partner? Why did you suddenly call me?"

I shot Charlotte a knowing glance and sighed. "I just got played. Don't even get me started, Calvin."

Calvin roared with laughter, the sound resonating throughout the office.

I slightly cleared my throat in embarrassment. "Let's put that romance talk aside for now. I need you to verify something important for me. I'm going to put you on speaker. I'll ask the question, and all you have to do is answer it. Is that clear with you, Calvin?"

"Got it, Rob!" Calvin replied.

I jumped straight in. "Did you agree to cooperate with Ward Group because I called you last time?"

Calvin replied without hesitation, "Of course! I was truly taken aback, since you're not someone who deals in personal favors. But then, it all made perfect sense when you told me that it was your girlfriend's company. I never knew you were such a sap when you're in love, Rob."

I was truly speechless at Calvin's jovial manner. I remained focused and continued with my questions. "It's not the time to be messing around now. Have you ever met Steven Zimmerman, an assistant from Ward Group, Calvin?"

Calvin paused for a moment before replying, "I've heard of him, but I've never actually met him."

Charlotte snatched my phone before I could even respond and snapped, "You lunatic! I seriously have no idea where Robert dug up a pathetic actor like you to deceive me!

"I'm the CEO of Ward Group! You'll be hearing from my lawyer if either you or Robert continues to slander my assistant, you fraud!"

She then hung up without even waiting for Calvin's response.

I was absolutely shell-shocked. Calvin might have displayed a lack of decorum in private, but his approach to business was known to be cutthroat.

Thinking of how vindictive he could be, I realized that Ward Group's outlook was extremely grim. Charlotte's sheer ignorance had single-handedly brought about the company's downfall.

Steven appeared just as Charlotte ended the call. He was dressed in an expensive suit, with his shoes polished to a brilliant sheen.

Charlotte's eyes immediately gleamed with adoration upon spotting Steven, the object of her affection.

Steven, basking in her adoring gaze, threw me a challenging look. "You're the company's new director, huh? They're really letting any riff-raff join the company nowadays."

Charlotte interjected before I could even get a word in. "He's already been fired, so the director position belongs to you now, sweetheart."

She threw herself into Steven's embrace, making a deliberate show of it.

That single sight killed the remnant of affection I held for my girlfriend—or rather, my ex-girlfriend.

Steven, responding in kind, wrapped his arm around Charlotte's waist with a smug look on his face. "Men who sponge off women will never amount to anything."

I narrowed my eyes and offered a chilling, mirthless laugh. "You think you're better than me, huh, Mr. Zimmerman?"

Steven watched me set myself up and roared with delight. "Of course! I landed the deal in Barovia for Ward Group, while all you ever did was sleep your way to the top with Charlotte. Keeping a gigolo like you here is a total waste of company resources!"

I slowly wagged my finger and said, "I disagree, Mr. Zimmerman."

Steven erupted in sudden rage after being challenged. "Where was I wrong? You don't seriously believe Ward Group needs a mere kept man like you, right?"

I smiled and nodded in response. "That's right. You all wouldn't have been able to close the deal in Barovia if it weren't for me, Mr. Zimmerman."

In that instant, everyone in the office erupted in laughter. I remained unfazed by their jeers and taunts, as it wouldn't be long before everyone would witness the downfall of Ward Group.

Steven took out his phone in front of everyone and made a call. "Hello, Mr. Baker. I'm Steven Zimmerman from Ward Group. Yes, that Ward Group. You see, we have prepared the contract for the deal. When would it be convenient for you to come by to sign it, Mr. Baker?"

I heard a familiar voice from the other end, though strained with suppressed anger. "I'm fine with any time. Your company is in Caldoria, right? I just so happen to have some business to handle there."

I listened to how restrained Calvin sounded and figured that he had been grinding his teeth so hard in anger.

Steven jumped in excitement. "Great! I'll arrange for someone to escort you to Ward Group right away, Mr. Baker!"

Calvin stunned everyone with his response before Steven could get another word in. "No need. I've already landed at Caldoria Airport. I'm heading to Ward Group right now."