Chapter 5 Delivery from Morsenspir

• That afternoon, while Oscar was washing dishes in the kitchen, his phone suddenly vibrated violently.
• He picked it up and heard Edmund's respectful voice on the other end.
• "Mr. Oscar, everything with Dalton Investment Company has been arranged!
• "As long as you go to the office tomorrow and sign the papers, the company will officially be yours!
• "We've also purchased the Morsenspir roses, and they will be airlifted to the Preston Advertising Company this afternoon."
• Oscar replied calmly, "Got it."
• After hanging up, his phone buzzed again. It was a message from a group chat. Howard Scott, the class president, was announcing a reunion tonight, urging all classmates in Wavecrest to attend.
• Normally, Oscar would skip these gatherings, but he was in a good mood today. Plus, Howard had emphasized that everyone had to show up, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to see some familiar faces.
• Oscar rummaged through his closet and finally found the brand-new suit he had worn for his wedding three years ago. He sighed as he looked at the suit—still new—but his shoes had long since worn out. Still, he didn't mind. He put on his old shoes, grabbed his keys, and headed out.
• Just as he reached the door and got on his electric scooter, a sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled up beside him.
• The window rolled down slowly revealing Lillian in it. She removed her sunglasses and looked coldly at Oscar, who was awkwardly standing by the side of the road.
• Although Lillian was Oscar's mother-in-law, thanks to her excellent upkeep, she looked like a woman in her thirties. One could easily see the resemblance between her and Mandy, whose beauty was truly unmatched.
• But at that moment, Lillian's eyes were filled with disdain as she spoke, "Well, well, you've dug out that suit? Are you dressing up like a gentleman just to go dig through garbage?"
• Oscar had been living as a live-in son-in-law for the past three years, and if there was one person he feared, it was his mother-in-law, Lillian. He quickly lowered his voice, replying, "Mom, I'm going to a class reunion ... "
• "You actually think you belong at a reunion? Are you planning to go and be the clown?" Lillian sneered. "I heard about what happened at the company. How dare you offend Mr. Davidson? Since you're only good at screwing things up, go ahead and pack your things tonight. You can sign the divorce papers later. Don't worry, I'll give you a little compensation."
• Oscar's heart sank, and he hung his head. "But ... Mom ... I really love Mandy. I can't live without her ... "
• Lillian let out a cold laugh. "Don't call me ‘Mom.' My family would have been so ashamed if I were your biological mother.
• "And you say you love my daughter? With what? The pathetic love of a loser? What can you do besides household chores? Do you realize how much of my daughter's future you've ruined these past three years?
• "Just earlier today, Lawrence called me. He said if I agree to let him marry Mandy, he's willing to give her 1.5 million in cash as a betrothal gift. Do you even know how many zeros are in that number? Probably not, right?"
• "Lawrence?"
• Oscar raised an eyebrow and then smiled. Lawrence was nothing more than a dog working for Dalton Investment Company. Getting rid of him would be as easy as snapping his fingers.
• "Mom, I'm not getting a divorce. Even if we do split up, that's between Mandy and me. I hope you won't interfere." Oscar smiled slightly before hopping onto his beloved scooter and riding away.
• "Who are you to speak to me like that?" Lillian was trembling with rage. She nearly slammed her car into him.
• ...
• After work, Mandy walked to the reception desk of her company.
• She overheard two receptionists and a few other employees gathered around, chatting and laughing.
• "Ms. Preston's useless husband said he'd give her Morsenspir roses. Does he have a mirror at home? He looks like a beggar riding around on that shabby electric scooter, with holes in his shoes!"
• "Exactly! I don't know what Ms. Preston saw in him!"
• "He wouldn't be a live-in son-in-law if he weren't a loser."
• "If it were me, I'd have divorced that waste of a man ages ago."
• "Men are lining up from here to abroad waiting for a chance to date Ms. Preston ... "
• "You ... " Mandy's face flushed with embarrassment as she overheard the conversation.
• She bit down on her lip, her entire face was burning from embarrassment.
• "Ms. Preston!" The two receptionists noticed Mandy standing there, their faces turning pale with fear. "Ms. Preston, we didn't mean it, please don't be mad ... "
• "Shut up!" Mandy snapped, her body trembling slightly.
• Her eyes reddened and she fought back the tears. Why did she have to end up with such a useless husband?
• Other women had successful, wealthy husbands from prestigious families, while her husband was a pathetic live-in son-in-law who couldn't protect her from anything. Instead, he constantly embarrassed her.
• Just then, the receptionist's phone rang. After answering, the receptionist said nervously, "Ms. Preston, the security guard said there's a delivery truck here for you. Should we let them in?"
• "For me?" Mandy was confused. She hadn't ordered anything. Still, she nodded.
• Soon, a well-dressed man with a professional demeanor walked into the lobby.
• "Ms. Mandy Preston?" he asked politely. "Our company had an express delivery for you. This shipment comes from Morsenspir. Could you please sign for it?"
• "Morsenspir?" Mandy's eyes widened in disbelief as she signed for the delivery. The man gave a signal, and several workers carefully carried in a beautifully crafted wooden box, placing it in the lobby.
• The box was covered in crystals, sparkling brilliantly under the lights.
• All the employees were shocked at the sight.
• "Wow! It's really from Morsenspir?"
• "Look at that box. It's so exquisite. I wonder what is inside?"
• "Ms. Preston, please open it! We're dying to see what's inside ... "