Chapter 168

Brandon blurted out, "Babe, don't stress. Once this whole mess is sorted, I'll kick those freeloaders out. They're just dead weight, not helping the company at all."

"And I'll bring back our old key employees with better pay. Please, babe, just help me out this time. I swear it won't happen again."

I scoffed, "I don't buy it. You didn't even ask me when you brought those people in. Now that the company's in trouble, you suddenly remember me? How shameless can you be?"

"Your whole Jordan family is rotten. You took advantage of my illness to try and take over my company, didn't you? Well, let me tell you, no way!"

Brandon's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "Don't talk like that. I brought them in for the company's growth. I never expected things to get this bad."

"For the company's growth?" I laughed coldly. "Brandon, do you even hear yourself? Do you know what your family is like? Has Irene ever run a big corporation? And Earl is just an uneducated fool. Does anyone in your family have any real skills? And you talk about company growth."

"Stop making excuses. I'm not giving you any money! Get out!"

Brandon's eyes turned cold. "Caroline, we're still married. You can't be this heartless."

"I've treated you well in this marriage, haven't I? I've always been the one to apologize, to take your insults. You can insult me, but you insult my family too? Do you even see me as your husband?"

I laughed bitterly. "Did you ever see me as your wife? You've been involved with so many women, even had a child with one. What do you take me for?"

"Brandon, let me tell you, what I've done to you is nothing compared to what you've done to me."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me. "So there's no room for negotiation?"

"None. Get out!"

"You caused this mess, you fix it. I won't help you. Even if the company goes bankrupt, we'll just get divorced, and I'll go back to Suncrest City."

"Caroline, take that back."

Brandon glared at me, his teeth clenched.

I laughed coldly. "What, are you going to do something to me? You can't even manage a company, you loser."

"Take it back!"

He suddenly roared at me, his eyes red like a beast's, panting heavily as he glared at me.

I was startled but quickly recovered. I slapped Brandon hard. "How dare you yell at me?"

Brandon seemed to snap, grabbing my neck viciously. "You bitch, I've been so good to you, and now you won't even help me. Why don't you just die!"

He had completely lost his mind, squeezing my neck like a madman.

"Die, die! Once you're gone, all your money will be mine, and I can save the company!"

I couldn't breathe, desperately clawing at Brandon's hand that was choking me.

"Brandon... let go," I struggled to say.

But he was like a man possessed. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, then no one will look down on me anymore. I've had enough of your Sharp family's arrogance. Why do you look down on me?"

"I've worked like a dog for your family, managing the company for you. Why do you look down on me? Die, die!"

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a figure burst through the door and kicked Brandon in the head.

Brandon flew across the room, crashing into a large potted plant.

He was covered in shards, his hands bloody.

Brandon glared at Savannah with bloodshot eyes. "How dare you hit me? I'll kill you both!"

He lunged at Savannah, but she wasn't one to mess with. Another kick sent Brandon flying.

This time he crashed into the coffee table. It didn't break, but he was hurt badly, rolling on the floor like a pig, unable to get up.

I clutched my neck, glaring at Brandon, gasping for air.

I knew Brandon really wanted to kill me. His eyes terrified me.

Luckily, I had Savannah waiting outside. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

I grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it over Brandon's head, making him bleed.

Brandon clutched his head, screaming in pain. "Caroline, how dare you hit me? Are you even human?"

"How am I not human? You almost killed me!"

I kept hitting him with the ashtray, his face and head soon covered in blood, looking even more terrifying.

Brandon tried to fight back, but Savannah stepped on his hand. "Move, and I'll break your fingers. My job is to protect Ms. Sharp. You touch her, and I'll break two of your fingers. Try me."

I looked at Brandon and sneered. "Don't forget, we have money. For every finger she breaks, I'll pay you. Let's see if you can afford it."

Realizing something, Brandon suddenly got up, coughing violently.

I threw the ashtray on the ground, looking down at Brandon. "If you dare hit me, this isn't over. We're definitely getting divorced. With your illegitimate child and mistresses, I'll make sure you leave with nothing. Just wait."

I turned to leave, and Brandon, coming to his senses, grabbed my leg. "Honey, I'm sorry. I was just angry. I never meant to hurt you!"

"Please, give me another chance. I didn't mean it, honey."

"We have three kids. We can't get divorced. Please forgive me, I was wrong!"

I kicked him away. "Get out! This time, we're definitely getting divorced!"

He tried to follow me, but Savannah stood in his way.