As soon as I finished speaking, the relatives of the Rose Family who came to the bridal chamber to make trouble became unhappy instantly and barked, “You stinky loser, who are you threatening?!”
“Our Rose Family is at least one of the most powerful families in this city, who do you think you are?”
“That's right, if he was really that capable, how could he be willing to marry into our Rose Family?”
“You're right. A man who can't even take care of his own wife is worse than a dog.”
The abuse from people around me was getting louder and louder, but I did not care at all.
Because there was not a trace of exaggeration in what I just said.
The Rose Group was able to grow from a small company with only a few people three years ago to a listed group with tens of thousands of employees today, all due to me, or rather, to the power behind me.
It had nothing to do with these Rose Family members who had no moral values.
When the Rose Group was on the verge of bankruptcy, Amanda's father, Lincoln Rose, traveled all the way from San Francisco to New York just to see me.
He knelt at the gate of my courtyard house for three days and three nights, holding a marriage certificate.