Dumped at My Engagement, I Reclaimed My Billions

My mom had just finished her second round of chemotherapy. She wore a wig to attend my engagement dinner.

The private dining room door slid open. But it wasn’t the waiter. It was Carter’s assistant, Vivian Ward.

Behind her were a few colleagues from the office. The dishes they carried in were leftover scraps packed from the company cafeteria.

I could even see half-eaten food smeared on the plastic containers.

"Mr. Brooks said the project budget is really tight lately," Vivian said, her smile dripping with sweet concern. "I personally asked the cafeteria staff to save these for you.