Claire Wilson and her family dined at the Kempinski while Wendell sulked at home. He believed Claire's winning the sixty-million-dollar contract was impossible, yet she'd secured it in only half an hour.

Harold then called, furious. "Wendell, what the hell?! I set you up with my cousin, but you betrayed me and helped her win the Emgrand contract! How could you?"

Wendell denied involvement. "What? I didn't do anything!"

Harold pressed, "Wendell, be honest. Did you sleep with my cousin?"

Humiliated, Wendell stammered, "Yeah, Harold. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

Harold sighed, then asked, "Wendell, my cousin was a virgin, wasn't she? I don't believe she slept with that loser."

A cunning plan formed in Wendell's mind. He could claim he'd slept with Claire, thereby ruining her marriage. He chuckled slyly, telling Harold, "Yes, your cousin was a virgin. She was so lovely, I couldn't help myself! Hahaha!"

Harold's voice was bitter. "Then don't ignore me when you have advantages, buddy."

"Don't worry!" Wendell reassured him.

Suddenly, Harold exclaimed, "Wendell, we have a problem! Emgrand canceled all our projects!"

Wendell panicked. "Dad, what's going on?"

His father, bewildered, replied, "I don't know! I've been in the office; I haven't angered anyone"

Wendell suggested, "Dad, could Emgrand's new chairman be reshuffling things?"

Mr. Jones suddenly remembered, "I spoke to Doris Young; she said the chairman doesn't see visitors."

"Then what should we do?"

Mr. Jones had an idea. "The Wilsons' banquet tomorrow night—they invited the chairman. Let's meet him there!"

"Okay!" Wendell agreed. "Let's go together!"

The next day, the Wilsons were ecstatic. News of their Emgrand contract and the chairman's invitation to their reception spread throughout Aurouss Hill.

Charlie Wade, impeccably dressed, arrived at the hotel. Wendell, in a pricey suit, emerged from a car. He saw Charlie and sneered, "Where did you get that fake suit? You look like a dog playing dress-up."

Charlie responded flatly, "What's it to you?"

Wendell smirked, "You're nothing to me, but your wife…."

Charlie frowned. "What about my wife?"

Rumors circulated that Claire's success was due to her relationship with Wendell.

Seeing a crowd gather, Wendell loudly declared, "Why do you think Claire won the Emgrand contract?"

Charlie glared. "Why?"

Wendell smirked arrogantly. "Because of me, obviously! Claire's my woman now, so I helped her. If you have any decency, divorce her."

The stunned crowd gasped. Claire had won the contract by sleeping with Wendell!

Charlie laughed coldly. "Because of you? Who do you think you are?"