They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 04

They Thought I Was Weak, So I Threw Them All Out Chapter 04

Chloe froze.

“I… I don’t have that kind of money.”

“If you can’t afford to replace it, don’t touch other people’s things. You classless piece of trash.”

Chloe’s face drained of color, and her eyes welled with tears.

She clenched her fists tightly, throwing another desperate, pleading look at Preston.

Preston looked at me with deep disapproval.

“Sienna, it’s just a robe. You have dozens of them. Why do you have to be so cruel to a young girl?”

I let out a harsh laugh.

“Preston, have I been too kind to you lately?”

“The great CEO of the Quinn Group can’t even afford a hotel room? You have to bring your trash into my home?”

Before Preston could answer, Chloe couldn’t contain herself any longer.

“What are you so proud of? Everything you have belongs to Preston anyway! Without him, you wouldn’t even be using things this nice!”

“Preston gave me permission to use it. Your jealousy is pathetic. Just because people call you ‘ma’am’ doesn’t mean you actually run this place!”

Slap!

I struck her across the face with everything I had.

“Since you can’t control your mouth, let me show you exactly who runs this house.”

“If you can’t afford the money, you can pay with this. That slap was worth fifty-eight thousand dollars. Most people would be thrilled with that rate.”

Chloe clutched her burning cheek, glaring at me with pure hatred.

“You actually dared to hit me?”

Ignoring her entirely, I pulled out my security radio.

“Get up to the main floor immediately. Drag this woman out.”

Within two minutes, several burly security guards marched into the room, instantly pinning Chloe to the floor.

Preston finally snapped.

“Sienna Sterling, let her go right now!”

I turned around and slapped Preston across the face, too.

“I was so focused on handling her that I almost forgot about you.”

“You bring this trash into my home and let her put her skin in my clothes?”

“Did you completely forget everything I told you three months ago?”

Without pausing, I pointed at Preston and looked at the guards.

“Throw him out, too.”

Preston’s composed facade shattered completely.

“You’re kicking me out? How dare you?”

“Throw him out,” I repeated coldly.

Preston panicked.

“Let’s see you try to touch me!”

But the security team had been personally selected and hired by me.

They ignored Preston’s empty threats entirely, grabbing his arms and forcing him down.

Both of them were dragged down the hallway kicking and screaming.

Preston’s eyes looked completely wild with rage.

“Sienna, you’ve completely lost your mind!”

I turned my back on them.

“I mean what I say.”

A few moments later, the head of security returned to report.

“Ms. Sterling, both of them have been removed from the property.”

“The woman was screaming profanities outside, begging Mr. Quinn to divorce you.”

“And what did Preston say?” I asked casually.

“He refused. He claimed he promised your parents he would take care of you.”

I let out a mocking laugh.

“He certainly knows how to save face.”

When his father had brought him to our estate repeatedly begging for this marriage alliance, he couldn’t have been more eager.

He simply couldn’t bear to lose the massive corporate benefits that came with the Sterling family, yet he framed it as a noble sacrifice for my parents’ sake.

He wanted everyone to think our family had begged him to marry me, painting himself as some deeply honorable man.

He wanted to preserve his fragile ego while leeching off the Sterling empire. Life didn’t work that way.

Fortunately, the major business transition I had been working on was finally nearing completion.

The Quinn Group had officially outlived its usefulness.

Initially, I had planned to maintain the marriage as a mutual partnership if Preston remained obedient, allowing his company to profit immensely under our shadow.

Unfortunately, he failed the test.

He could pretend to be an honorable husband to the public all he wanted, but he forgot one crucial detail—he never held the cards.

I pulled out my phone and called my legal counsel.

“Draft a divorce agreement and have it delivered to my desk tomorrow morning.”