Chapter 3

Sarah spoke coldly.

"You can leave now."

"From today on, the Collins Group and you, Oren, are completely unrelated."

I was about to leave when Perry stopped me.

"Wait!"

"Since Oren is no longer the project director, he's not part of the Collins family anymore, right?"

"According to the rules, everything he's currently using belongs to the Collins family. Before he leaves, shouldn't he return everything?"

"Sarah, am I right?"

I turned around and ignored Perry's smug face, looking only at Sarah.

"Is this what you want?"

She stood there, her eyes briefly evasive.

But in the end, she acquiesced.

When Old Mr. Collins heard this, he angrily smashed the cup beside him on the floor.

"Oren has been with the Collins family for eight years. Even if he's not my granddaughter's husband, he's still like half a grandson to me!"

"Grandpa!"

Sarah finally spoke, but only to defend Perry.

"Perry's right. Since he's leaving, we should settle accounts clearly to avoid trouble later."

I looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"Old Mr. Collins, since this is Sarah's decision, I'll listen to her."

"But if we're settling accounts, then I need to settle mine too."

"I joined the Collins family at twenty and learned technology from you. Until today, exactly eight years."

Perry scoffed disdainfully.

"So are you trying to take credit for that?"

I glanced at him and continued:

"In my second year at the company, I improved the production line process, saving the group over three million dollars annually."

"In my fourth year, the chassis tuning plan I led secured the largest municipal procurement contract that year for the Collins family."

"In my sixth year, to solve the motor overheating problem..."

I listed them one by one.

With each item I mentioned, Sarah's face grew paler.

"All of this added together—over eight years, the profit I created for the Collins family has long exceeded everything the Collins family gave me."

Sarah's lips were pressed tightly together.

She certainly knew the weight of these achievements.

In my past life, the Collins family had relied on these accumulated gains to come back to life under my leadership.

"The Collins family supported me for eight years, and I worked my life away for the Collins family for eight years."

"The effort I put in is enough to repay Old Mr. Collins' cultivation."

"From now on, we owe each other nothing."

But Perry sneered mockingly.

"That sounds nice, but the car you drive, the house you live in—which of them is actually yours?"

He stepped forward and pointed at the car keys in my pocket.

"This Mercedes was provided by the company, right?"

He then pointed at the watch on my wrist.

"This Patek Philippe must be worth close to a million, right? Could a poor kid like you afford it?"

Finally, he pointed at the documents on the desk.

"And that apartment in your name—Grandpa gave you that too, didn't he?"

"All of these—which one doesn't belong to the Collins family?"

I let him mock me, keeping my gaze on Sarah the entire time.

But she remained silent.

"Sarah."

I couldn't help but ask her.

"On my birthday that year, the promise you whispered in my ear—have you forgotten it all?"