The shock hit me instantly, and my unborn baby gave a violent kick in my stomach.

Silence fell in the room — until Diane burst out laughing.

“Oops,” she snickered. “At least you finally took a bath.”

Brendan laughed with her. Jessica giggled, hiding her hand.

Sitting there, soaked and humiliated, I could feel their cruelty echoing in the room.

But instead of exploding in anger, I remained calm.

Slowly, I rummaged through my bag, took out my phone, and sent a short message:

“Launch protocol 7.”

What they didn’t know was that I wasn’t powerless at all.

Behind the scenes, I was the silent majority shareholder of this multi-billion dollar company they all worked for.

For years, I had built my fortune discreetly, buying majority shares while remaining anonymous. Brendan and his family had spent their lives boasting about their status, without realizing that they were actually working for me.

Ten minutes after sending this message, the atmosphere in the room began to change.

Phones vibrated. Faces paled. Confidence vanished.

Then the dining room door opened.

Several men in suits entered — members of the company’s legal team — carrying documents.

They approached Diane, Brendan and Jessica and handed them official notifications.

As Diane read the newspapers, she turned pale. Brendan looked at me incredulously, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

“You… you can’t do that,” Diane stammered.

But it had already been done.

The company had been under my control for years, and it was now suffering the consequences of its arrogance.

One by one, those who had mocked me began to beg for my mercy.