Life at the Top

“Greg Costa, what do you mean?

“What nonsense are you talking about? Are you saying that I’m fooling around with other men outside? Are you still a f*cking man? How dare you say that about me?!”

Mary Wellington’s high-pitched screams almost shattered the glass panels of the private room.

She panted heavily, her shapely chest rising and falling rapidly. She pointed a finger at Greg with her eyes rounded in anger. Her expression was so hideous it was almost distorted.

“Just look at you! You’re nothing but a wastrel of a kept man, eating and living off me! Even your pocket money is given to you by me! You’re only worthy of washing my underwear at home, cleaning the floor, and cooking. What else can you do?

“You don’t have any capabilities but now you want to throw me under the bus, huh?

“You wretched ingrate! Are you even worthy of being called a man?”

Mary’s finger almost poked Greg on the nose.

It was not apparent if it was because of the effects of alcohol or because of the long-suppressed anger that had reached the point of exploding, but Greg let out a furious roar.

“That’s enough!”

After all, Greg was a tall man of 1.8 meters with a burly figure, so his roar was enough of a deterrent.

Mary was taken aback by that yell, her screams and curses coming to an abrupt halt.

“I’m a f*cking kept man of yours, but so what? All these years, you’ve just been raising a dog. Even if I only wag my tail in front of you every day, I should still get some benefits, right? I deserve all of that!

that I’m your kept man. Your Wellington family is rich, the

this, Jasper

A shipyard?

two shipyards

was called Eastwind Shipyard. It would seem that it belonged

away by this Eastwind Shipyard. Right now, Lucas and the others were suspecting that Eastwind Shipyard had bought off some of their internal people which led

would seem that the waters ran deep

about this, Greg

cut your toenails, I wash your underwear, and I’ve done all sorts of dirty things for you.

yell at me the whole time, I can put up with it. Who told me

how many men do you have outside? Do you really think I don’t know? I’ve seen six

months ago. When you thought I was asleep, you took him to our wedding room for the night and I listened to it next door all night! That bald old man even took pills for it! You really aren’t picky

his face can be used as cooking oil. He’s the big boss from Harbor City who you’ve been accompanying the

you before even if I just go out to buy a pack of cigarettes. Mary Wellington, don’t you find

series of shouts from

could be from shock or

appearance, the latter

shame of being caught cheating at all. Instead, she cursed more vigorously, “Fine, I’ll go out on a limb today and just admit it to you. I’ve

also keep a few outside. You’re not capable, so you can only watch your wife go out and

out of the house immediately. At that time, you’ll end up begging

stabbed through what remained of Greg’s little

and stared at Mary with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could

and he seemed to