Chapter 3

"Luna Miller! You're outrageous!"

Mrs. Smith trembled with rage, pointing towards the door.

"If you dare to walk out that door today, don't bother coming to work tomorrow!"

"Not only won't you come to work, but you won't get a single cent of your three million commission either!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone gasped.

Three million dollars in commission — that was an astronomical figure.

Brittany, nearby, fanned the flames. "Luna, quickly apologize to Mrs. Smith. Losing three million just because you're stubborn isn't worth it, is it?"

I gave her a cold glance.

"That three million is written in my employment contract and project commission agreement."

"Mrs. Smith, if you have the guts to withhold it, we'll see each other in court."

I picked up my bag and walked out of the banquet hall without looking back.

As the door closed behind me, I could still hear Mrs. Smith's furious curses:

"See you in court, then! I'd like to see what Luna Miller is without our company's platform!"

"Brittany! Starting tomorrow, you're taking over all Hayes Group deals!"

"I'll make her realize that the world keeps turning without her!"

I stood in the cold wind outside the hotel entrance and lit a cigarette.

I took a deep drag and exhaled a long plume of smoke.

The core of the Hayes Group's fifty-million-dollar exclusive distribution rights wasn't the company's platform at all.

It was that Aiden Hayes, the CEO of Hayes Group, only recognized *me*, Luna Miller.

No one else knew about the additional clauses in that contract.

They wanted it?

Then let them have it.

I just feared that hot potato, however, would burn them to ashes, skin and bone.