Chapter 4 Resign

The underground parking lot was starkly lit, with the smell of oil and rubber hanging in the air.

Rows of luxury cars sat silently, except for one McLaren that stood out-not because of its color or familiarity, but because the car was rocking strangely.

Along with the shaking came those disgusting sounds.

Eva's sweet, moaning voice and Richard's heavy breathing.

I stood there, frozen, staring at the car as if someone had dumped a bucket of filth over my head.

"Oh... be gentler, Richard..."

"You little tease, isn't this what you wanted?"

"Yes... give it to me, darling..."

The car was filled with suggestive sounds, mingling with the rhythm of their movements, echoing throughout the parking lot.

I felt as if I had plunged into an icy abyss, unable to move my feet.

At that moment, I suddenly felt like all my efforts over the past five years were nothing but a joke.

Unable to listen any longer, I turned and stumbled back to my car.

In the front seat, Walter glanced at me through the rearview mirror and spoke coldly, "Do you need this video of infidelity?"

I looked up sharply, tears sliding down my cheeks.

Walter held up his phone, showing the footage he just recorded.

The angle was perfect, the faces clear, and it even captured my helplessness and despair from not far away.

My heart ached, but my eyes remained fixed on the screen.

I never imagined that Walter, who seemed so detached, could film with such expertise.

Wiping away my tears, I spoke firmly, "Send it to me."

"Alright."

Walter raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised at my quick recovery. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing more as he transferred the video.

I received the video, but before I could open it, my phone rang again.

The caller ID read-Danny Ahmed.

"Isabella." His voice was cold and arrogant as soon as the call connected. "Hand over all the AO3 project materials to Eva immediately."

Before I could respond, he hung up.

"Heh." I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He did such a horrible thing again.

This wasn't the first time.

They helped Eva claim the projects I completed, elevating her from a mediocre assistant to a key player in the planning department. Now, they were trying to forcibly take the two-billion-dollar AO3 project from me.

What did they take me for? Cheap labor? A servant?

I gritted my teeth, my fingers trembling on the steering wheel.

Fine, if they wanted it, I would give it to them.

I'd like to see if Eva truly had the ability to handle the project!

Over the next two days, I organized all the project materials, handing over a thick stack of documents. At the same time, I submitted my resignation.

It took less than ten minutes for the reply to arrive.

"Resignation approved."

It was signed by Savannah Ahmed.

I smirked. It was expected.

Savannah, Richard's mother, had always been the one who disliked me the most.

During shareholder meetings, Savannah had repeatedly suggested that I was unfit for the role of head of the planning department, calling for my dismissal.

I knew her motive was to make room for Eva.

However, the shareholders always rejected Savannah's proposal on the grounds that I hadn't made any major mistakes.

Now that I had voluntarily resigned, Savannah was sure to agree immediately.

I didn't have many personal belongings in the office, so I quickly packed up to leave.

By the elevator, I ran into Savannah, who was also waiting for it.

She was dressed in a well-tailored suit, carrying a limited edition handbag, exuding elegance and poise, as if she were about to attend a high-society gathering.

When she saw me, a cold smile appeared on her lips, and she said mockingly, "Smart move, knowing when to step down. Once you marry Richard, just stay home and take care of the household, manage our family's meals and daily life. Stop pretending to be some professional woman outside-like someone with no respect for herself."