No More Strategy, Only Love

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter.

Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state.

With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first."

At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?'

I nodded silently.