Even I, the boss behind the scenes, could not stand watching this scene.

“If I'm not mistaken, you guys should know Sergio, right?”

As soon as I finished speaking, someone in the crowd immediately confessed.

“What the hell are you talking about, you little bastard? We have nothing to do with Sergio.”

“That's right, we just think you're not worthy of Miss Rose, so we stand up to support him.”

“You're absolutely right. A loser like him who only knows how to live off others must not be allowed to stay in our Rose Family!”

I glanced at them coldly and spoke slowly, “Everyone, I fully understand your eagerness to kick me out of the Rose Family, but…."

Halfway through my speech, I suddenly raised my voice and my expression became much more serious, "I'm the kind of person who responds to kindness, not threats. If you’re willing to get on your knees and beg, who knows, maybe I’ll actually say yes."

My sudden burst of momentum frightened these shareholders and they were afraid to speak.

However, Sergio, who was standing nearby, relied on the chairman's favor and stood up bravely as he barked, “Mr. Winod, I already gave you enough face, didn’t I?

“You’re just a lowly son-in-law in the Rose Family, how dare you lecture the shareholders of our company? Don't you want to live anymore?”

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at Amanda beside him, his eyes shining.

“Miss Rose, if you love me, divorce this loser. I promise you that I will do my best to assist you and make the Rose Group flourish.”

 

 

 

 

I did not say anything to stop him, I just stood there quietly and watched him perform.

If Amanda decisively refuses, I would consider letting the Rose Family go.

But if she was stubborn and insisted on divorcing me, then it was not my fault.

After a while, Amanda slapped her thigh suddenly and said, “Okay, I'll listen to you!

“All the shareholders are here today, I want to completely distance myself from this piece of trash, after all.”

Before everyone could react, Amanda quickly turned around and looked at me in sneer, “Bryce, let's get a divorce.”

I looked at her expressionlessly, speaking in a neutral tone, “Amanda, have you really thought it through?”

Faced with Amanda's provocations again and again, I not only did not choose to break up with her, but instead I tolerated her again and again.