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    An hourter, Anthony stood outside the Genge residence with a grim expression.


    The butler greeted him, "Mr. Updike, Mr. Genge does not wish to see you. Please leave."


    "I''ll wait," Anthony replied firmly. "Until he''s willing to see me."


    "Mr. Updike, waiting is pointless. When Mr. Genge makes a decision, no one can change it," the butler said.


    Anthony asked, "But what did I do to offend him? Why is he determined to destroy mypany?"


    The butler paused, then answered, "Mr. Updike, if you''re looking to save your business, you''d be better off asking the Weirs for help."


    With that, he closed the door. If Anthony understood the implication, he would not linger.


    In less than a minute, Anthony turned and left.


    Monica rushed to meet him outside the Weir residence.


    The moment she saw him, she eximed, "Aren''t you the one who said thepany is on the verge of bankruptcy? What are you doing here at the Weirs''?"


    "To ask Vrie to spare us," Anthony replied.


    Monica''s eyes widened in shock. "Anthony, have you lost your mind?!"


    Even if the Updike Group was facing bankruptcy, Vrie would be thest person she would beg for mercy. What could Vrie offer when the Weirs were on the verge of bankruptcy too?


    Monica''s anger red as she recalled Vrie''s usation that Zayn was a rapist.


    "I wasn''t mistaken, and neither were you. I asked you toe here to plead with Vrie," Anthony said.


    "I''m not doing it! If you want to, do it yourself!" Monica snapped.


    Seeing the resistance in her eyes, Anthony did not insist. He stepped forward and rang the doorbell.


    Monica grabbed his arm. "There''s no point begging her! We should be focusing on ways to get our son out!"


    Ignoring her, Anthony pressed the bell again, and soon a maid opened the door.


    The maid''s expression darkened upon recognizing them. "Mr. and Mrs. Updike, you''re not wee here. Please leave."


    All of the Weirs'' household staff had overheard Monica''s earlier remarks in the living room, and they despised her for it.


    Monica had never been humiliated


    like this having a maid tell her she was unwee to her face. She grabbed Anthony''s arm, huffing. "See? We''re not wee here. Let''s go


    She had barely finished speaking when Anthony pped her.


    Monica clutched her face in disbelief. "You hit me?!"


    The maid watched them in shock, eyes darting between the two.


    "You still don''t understand how


    don''t


    serious this is," Anthony said, his voice low and cold. "I''m here to beg for forgiveness. If you don''t want to, I''m not forcing you. But don''t stand in my way again, or it won''t just be one p."


    Anthony red at Monica, his resentment palpable. If she hadn''t spoiled Zayn, thetter wouldn''t have dared to cause such trouble, risking the Updike Group''s survival.


    UMS


    After a moment of stunned silence, Monica''s eyes filled with tears. "Fine! Anthony, I want a divorce!"