Chapter 348

Suddenly, an idea struck Frederick.

"Sweetheart, your company is mine too. Isn't that being successful enough?"

Anya's brows furrowed as she coldly retorted, "Cut the crap. If you're a real man, get a job! Your idleness at home disgusts me."

She stood up angrily and was ready to leave.

Frederick pondered for a moment. If Anya didn't believe the company was his, perhaps he should find a job first. Having Uncle Sylvester prove it might only worsen things.

Anya's voice dripped with disdain, "You know, my father sent me your details long ago. You have no education, no skills, and a divorce to your name. Even college graduates are scrambling for jobs these days. For a drifter like you, it's simply out of the question."

Her words stung, even if they weren't entirely baseless. The global economic slump had made finding work a brutal endeavor across all sectors.

Manual labor was no exception, especially for someone of Frederick's slight build and lack of experience or qualifications.