Chapter 2

I straightened my cuffs and glanced indifferently at Mia, who looked like she'd lost her soul.

"The wedding will be postponed. As for the two hundred million guarantee, I'll communicate with the bank."

With that, I turned and got in my car to leave.

After this fiasco, Mia settled down considerably.

For the first time ever, she made a lunch box herself and brought it to my office.

I knew she was trying to make me happy, to keep a tight grip on this cash cow.

But I didn't care.

After all, Mia and I had been together for seven years.

Back when my grandmother was critically ill, Mia stayed by her bedside to care for her.

The night before Grandma passed, I held her hand and swore I would treat her well for the rest of my life.

As long as she didn't court death, I could let bygones be bygones.

But then I saw Joey's new social media post.

That's when I realized how laughable my previous thinking had been!

In the photo, Joey—who should've been in detention—was standing in the garage of the wedding house I'd bought.

Behind him, my limited-edition Rolls-Royce was covered in green paint.

The dozen or so sports cars in the garage, each worth millions, hadn't been spared either.

Joey had even added a cheeky caption.

"Now this is living!"

Rage instantly flooded my brain. I called Mia directly.

"Why is Joey at my house?"

She was silent for a moment. "William, Joey is your brother. After something this serious happened, he didn't dare go home. He's just staying at our place for one night. Don't be so petty."

I was petty?

I laughed in disbelief.

I sent her the photo from Joey's social media directly.

"Since you're so generous, your family can cover all the damages."

Mia's displeased voice came through.

"William, you're so rich. Why do you care about such small matters?"

"I know you've always looked down on Joey, but you've really gone too far this time."

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her and simply hung up.

It seemed I'd given Mia too much kindness lately, so much that she'd forgotten her place.

Now she was bringing an outsider into my home and actually expecting me to pretend I didn't notice?

As if!

After I hung up, Mia didn't send messages to soften up like before.

I knew she was using this method to resist me.

But I didn't care.

I called the police directly. "911? Someone broke into my private residence and deliberately damaged my personal property. Initial estimates show my personal losses exceed one hundred million dollars!"

Soon, I followed the police back home.

Only then did I discover it wasn't just the garage.

Joey was standing in front of my wine cabinet with his delinquent friends playing drinking games.

Those precious wines I'd collected from around the world—they'd taken a few sips, then smashed the bottles all over the floor.

I pulled out my phone and started recording them.

I also notified my assistant to bring people over for appraisal.

Joey looked at the living room full of police and waved dismissively with a smile.

"It's all a misunderstanding. This is my brother's house. We're brothers—we can settle this ourselves."

I let out a cold laugh and called him by name directly.

"Joey, you're just a driver's son. You've been riding on the fact that your dad once saved my dad's life. Our family raised you all these years—that debt was paid off long ago!"