Chapter 57

I looked at his humble appearance and felt an indescribable satisfaction in my heart.

Serves you right, Brandon, you deserve this.

Joanna turned to look at me, "Ms. Sharp, although I usually don't like to break up others, I still advise you to reconsider such a husband."

Brandon gritted his teeth, not daring to say a word.

I silently walked up to Brandon and slapped him across the face with a crisp sound.

Brandon looked up at me in disbelief, "This slap is to apologize on behalf of Ms. Thorne."

Brandon glanced past me at Joanna's expression, immediately restraining all his emotions, looking like he was willing to take the beating.

The anger in my heart was burning like a pot of oil, making me want to kill Brandon right then and there.

I raised my hand again and slapped Brandon once more, this time he didn't react.

"Tell me, why did you have Shirley follow me here? Are you suspicious of me? Monitoring me?"

Brandon had to endure the slap and then shook his head, "I don't know why she did that, she might be trying to drive a wedge between us, Caroline. It was all her idea, it has nothing to do with me."

I looked at him mockingly, not expecting him to distance himself so quickly. If he had admitted it, I would have considered him responsible.

Unfortunately, no matter how well he dressed, he was still a weak coward at heart.

I turned to Joanna, "Ms. Thorne, I've already taught him a lesson, please don't be mad at me. Please give our company a chance at the upcoming dinner."

Joanna smirked and waved us off, "I'll think about it."

Brandon was stunned, looking at me with a puzzled expression, "What dinner?"

Outside the private room, I glared at him, "Do you know you almost ruined my plan?"

Brandon ignored the stinging pain from the slaps and hurriedly asked, "What dinner? Joanna's or her father's?"

I got into the car and said irritably, "Joanna's father is having a dinner with representatives from various industries in our city to discuss export business, supported by the government. If we become one of the first batch of export companies, the profits will be unimaginable. And you almost ruined it for me, do you understand?"

Brandon was speechless, "Caroline, can I go back and apologize to Ms. Thorne?"

"What's the use of your apology? I just hope those two slaps relieved Ms. Thorne's anger."

Brandon didn't dare to speak anymore, knowing how big of an opportunity he had missed.

After all, the foreign market was still an untapped territory for domestic companies, and no one knew how much money could be made.

He gritted his teeth, his face darkening.

I also remained silent. When we got home, he reached out to help me out of the car, but I ignored him and went into the living room by myself.

I casually placed my bag in the living room and sat on the sofa, my face full of anger.

Brandon followed me closely.

Seeing us like this, Shirley knew she was in trouble and tried to stay away, but I called her over.

"Shirley, get over here!"

She came over trembling, constantly signaling Brandon with her eyes.

But Brandon was focused on massaging my shoulders, not saying a word.

He didn't dare to speak, knowing he was in the wrong.

"Caroline, I really know I was wrong, please don't be mad. It's bad for your health."

I sneered, "You're worried about my health? Then tell me, what was your intention?"

"Do you know why I've been trying so hard to build a good relationship with Joanna? It's all for you. Have you transferred the money back to the family account?"

Brandon was stunned, then shook his head, "Caroline, give me more time."

"How much longer? Can't you transfer it back? Does the company still have cash flow?"

"If you hadn't transferred the money, would I have to drag my weak body to socialize with them? I see the company is full of your people now, you've become too arrogant. Don't forget you were just a fitness coach before. If you don't understand, come ask me."

Brandon was humiliated in public, his face changing colors, but he didn't dare to speak.

"You misunderstood Earl and the others, they are all thinking for the company."

I sneered, "Really? Brandon, ask yourself, how many projects have failed since you took over the company? The annual profit on the report has been declining every year, don't you know?"

"Is this what you call thinking for the company?"

Brandon was speechless, but his face looked terrible.

"Caroline, don't say that. Although they haven't achieved much, they've put in a lot of effort."

I laughed, "I haven't seen them do anything, just enjoying themselves. If Irene hadn't become the financial director, could she afford that big villa? And Earl, I bought his college degree, could he have joined our company otherwise?"

"If you continue like this, give the company back to me, you don't need to continue."

Brandon's face darkened, he looked at me for a long time, and finally gave in, "Caroline, I was wrong, I know I didn't cherish this opportunity, but this time it's really not my fault, it's all Shirley's."

Shirley looked at Brandon in disbelief, but he glared at her fiercely.

She could only kneel down, "Mrs. Jordan, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have followed you."

I stared at her, "Tell me, what was your purpose in following me? Do you want to drive a wedge between Brandon and me, and then take my place as Mrs. Jordan?"

Shirley remained silent, just shaking her head.

I stared at her, she couldn't refute because I had hit the mark.

"Fine, if you won't say, get out of our house. I don't need someone who wants to harm me in our home."

"You came to our house a few years ago, I paid you double the salary of other maids, and you still did this. I won't keep you!"

Seeing I was serious about kicking her out, Shirley quickly looked at Brandon.

But he had already shut his mouth, seeing no one speaking for her, Shirley knelt and kowtowed.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jordan, I was wrong, I didn't mean to take your place, I was just impulsive, please forgive me!"

She said, kowtowing heavily.

In no time, her forehead was bleeding, but she kept kowtowing, looking pitiful.

"Mrs. Jordan, I was wrong, please forgive me, Mrs. Jordan, I was really wrong!"

She kept kowtowing and speaking.

The scene looked particularly eerie.

I saw Paula standing at her room door, coldly watching the scene.