Chapter 2Three Years In Arranged Marriage, He Grew Arrogant

My newly purchased manor was packed with dozens of people. They were throwing a wild party, trampling on my custom-made Italian sofa with their shoes, dancing. Bottles of rare Lafite from my cellar were opened and guzzled! The ornamental fish, worth thousands each, were fished out of the tank and grilled! The barbecue smoke had triggered the alarm!

A suffocating feeling tightened in my chest. Among the crowd, I spotted a familiar face—Olivia Thorne! She was wearing my brand-new Hermès haute couture. It had arrived last week; she’d found it in the closet, and I hadn’t even worn it once.

I dialed Adam, attaching a screenshot of the security footage. “Explain this to me. What exactly is going on?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Adam was silent on the other end of the line. After a long pause, he quietly said, “Olivia’s graduation party, they had nowhere else to go.”

“I thought since you leave the house empty, you don’t live there, so I lent it to Olivia.”

“Please don’t make things difficult for her.”

I laughed, a bitter, exasperated sound. I retorted, “Adam Lagerfelt, that’s my house. What right do you have to lend it out?”

“Get them out of there immediately.”

“Furthermore, all damages will be compensated at full value.”

Adam immediately became anxious. “Darling, Olivia is still a child, you don’t need to be so hard on her.”

“Besides, this small amount of money is nothing to you.”

“They’ll go home once they’re tired of playing…”

I didn’t have the patience to hear him out. I hung up directly.

No need to be so hard on her? Nothing to me?

Oh, great, very generous of him.

But Adam forgot, though outwardly we were in an arranged marriage.

His family, the Lagerfelts, were merely a minor clan in the capital.

Our so-called marriage was, in fact, him marrying into my family, a social climb.

Without the support of my family, the Hayes, his family would have been swallowed whole long ago!

He, Adam Lagerfelt, was merely a househusband, nothing more.

And he wanted to act like the master?

I immediately called my assistant, gathered my bodyguards, and headed straight to the Southwood Manor. As they were partying hardest, my Rolls-Royce pulled up to the entrance. I immediately cornered Olivia, who was trying to hide in the crowd.

I ripped off the Chanel dress she was wearing.

Shredding it in front of everyone, I flung the pieces at her face.

Anything she touched, I considered defiled.

“Olivia Thorne, is this your home?”

“Ms. Hayes, I… I…”

She lowered her head, squeezing out a few tears.

Looking utterly pitiful. As if she had done nothing wrong, and I was bullying her.

The crowd of students behind her exchanged glances.

“Olivia, didn’t you say the manor was yours?”

“So you were lying.”

“How vain and shameless.”

They tried to leave, but my bodyguards blocked the doorway.

Half an hour later, my secretary tallied the damages.

A total of fifteen million, three hundred twenty thousand dollars!

I flung the bill in front of Olivia. “Pay up.”

The students quickly backed away.

“Olivia, this has nothing to do with us!”

“Exactly, if I’d known it wasn’t your place, I wouldn’t have come!”

“You better pay the lady, don’t drag us down.”

Everyone was desperately trying to distance themselves from Olivia.

Olivia’s tears splattered on the floor.

She cried, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hayes, I didn’t mean to.”

“I don’t have money, I can’t pay.”

Tears were her best weapon.

Especially against Adam.

But with me, they were useless.

“No money? No money, then go to jail.”

I was about to call the police.

Olivia dropped to her knees.

“Olivia!” Adam burst into the manor.