6

The argument that day ended on a sour note, with Linda refusing to agree to a divorce.

I packed my things and moved out of the villa.

When I returned to the company later, I sensed that something was amiss.

People passing by were sneaking glances at me, hesitant to speak up.

It wasn't until I reached the office door that I realized my belongings had been thrown out, scattered all over the floor.

I wore a cold expression and asked, "What's going on here?"

Melvin emerged from my office, pushing the door open casually.

He glanced at the mess on the floor and chuckled, "Lewis, Ms. Chancers said you've been fired."

I was stunned. "What's the reason?"

Melvin leaned against the door frame and smirked, "Because you messed up the product launch, Lewis."

His casual tone struck me like a thunderbolt.

I instinctively replied, "That's not my fault."

Melvin seemed to enjoy my reaction.

He walked over and turned the nameplate on the desk, which now prominently displayed, "General Manager, Melvin."

"Sorry, Lewis, but Linda insisted I replace you," he said softly, with a hint of mockery in his smile.

He stepped closer and whispered, "In the eyes of both Chancers Corporation and Linda, you no longer have a place."