After all the calls, Russell, exhausted, collapsed into his chair. His face was ashen. He understood that it wasn't that no one knew anything, but that no one dared to speak or help. The power of his opponent was so immense that it had instantly neutralized his entire network of contacts.

"Dad, what happened?" Caleb asked cautiously. Russell slowly shook his head. His voice was "It's over, Caleb. It seems we've pissed off the devil himself." At that moment, the study door opened and Briana entered with a tray of tea.

Mr. Russell, have some tea. Did the call go well? Russell looked at her and waved his hand tiredly for her to leave. Briana, seeing the desperate faces of Russell and Caleb, felt her last hope fade.

She silently left the study and returned to the living room, thinking, "How do I get out of here? I can't sink with this ship." While the Prescott family was sinking into despair, I was at the best beauty salon in Chicago, undergoing a full package of treatments. The best stylists and assistants surrounded me, doing my hair and choosing a gown for me. My father, sitting on a nearby sofa, was browsing a magazine and occasionally looked at me and nodded with satisfaction.

Savannah, tomorrow night is a charity gala. The entire Chicago elite will be there. Come with me and have some fun. My father's words were spoken casually, but his gaze was full of meaning.

I looked in the mirror, seeing my former self disappear and my radiance reborn, and I silently nodded. I knew it wasn't just to have fun. This gala was to become the stage for my spectacular return to the upper echelons of Chicago society. Caleb Prescott, Briana, just you wait.

I will make you meet me in the most luxurious place in a form you least want to see me in. The charity gala was held in the grand ballroom of the Drake Hotel in Chicago. Under the crystal chandeliers, elegantly dressed people clinked their champagne glasses and talked. The entire elite of Chicago's business, political, and cultural world was there.

Caleb Prescott was there with his father, Russell. He had gotten two invitations, almost by begging. He thought it was his last chance. He had to find someone important at the party, kneel if necessary, and find a way to save the Prescott family.

But Caleb was no longer the same man. He wore his best suit, but his brow was furrowed and he looked worried. He stood in a corner with a glass of champagne in his hand, unable to fit into the festive atmosphere. His family's problems were crushing him.

Russell also tried to find someone he knew, but everyone avoided him. His despair deepened. Suddenly, there was a small stir at the entrance to the ballroom. It'seemed someone important had arrived.

Caleb looked up without thinking. The hotel manager was bowing low, leading a group of people. At the head walked a middle-aged man, Arthur Vance, CEO of the Vance Group, the richest man in Chicago. The man his father had been trying unsuccessfully to contact.

Next to Mr. Vance stood a young woman in a long royal blue off-the-shoulder gown. She was tall with a pale complexion and wore a dazzling diamond necklace. She walked arm-in- arm with Mr. Vance, elegant, but with a slightly cool expression. The moment Caleb recognized the woman's face, he froze as if struck by lightning.

He almost dropped the champagne glass from his hands. Savannah, how is this possible? The same Savannah, his modest wife who always wore cheap clothes, wore an apron in the kitchen, whom he had hit and thrown out of the house. How could she be here in such a stunning gown, expensive jewels, and on the arm of the most powerful man in Chicago, Arthur Vance?

Caleb rubbed his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating, but that face undoubtedly belonged to Savannah, though she was a completely different person. Before, she had always been timid. But now, with her chin slightly raised, she exuded confidence and nobility with her bright and cool gaze.

Whispers were already circulating. Who is that with Mr. Vance? They say it's his daughter. He's introducing her publicly for the first time.

Such elegance. You can tell she's Mr. Vance's daughter. These words were like knives to Caleb, his daughter. Arthur Vance's daughter.

Savannah was Arthur Vance's daughter. He remembered Savannah's last look the night he threw her out. A cold look full of hatred and then all the misfortunes that had befallen the Prescott family in recent days. A terrible thought pierced his mind, and an icy fear seized him.

Was it possible? Was this all Savannah's revenge? Or rather, Arthur Vance's? Mr. Vance, as if noticing his gaze, shot him an icy glare full of contempt.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned to greet other approaching businessmen, and Savannah didn't look at him once, as if he didn't exist. She only talked quietly with her father with a slight smile on her lips. This complete indifference caused him more terror and humiliation than a look of anger. Caleb understood.

He understood why the Prescott family was falling. He hadn't messed with just anyone. He had messed with heaven itself and that heaven was his wife Savannah whom he had trampled on for 5 years. Caleb felt his legs give way and he almost fell.

He had only one thought in his head. It's over. It's all over. I proudly walked the red carpet on my father's arm.

I felt everyone's eyes on me as well as a gaze of astonishment and terror from the corner. When the party was in full swing, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I knew someone wouldn't be able to wait any longer. And so it was.

As soon as I entered a quiet corridor, a staggering figure blocked my path. It was Caleb with a pale and sweaty face. He looked at me with eyes full of terror and pleading. Savannah, is it really you?

How? I stopped and looked at him coldly. Mr. Prescott, is something wrong? He flinched, hearing me call him Mr. Prescott.

He tried to grab my hand, but I moved away. Savannah, please don't do this. It's me, Caleb. I'm sorry.

I lost my head that night. Please save my family. Talk to your father, please. He was ready to kneel.

The project is stopped. The banks are demanding money from us. And now we have a tax audit. Savannah, if this continues, my family will be destroyed.

For the sake of the 5 years we were married, please forgive us this one time, the love that we shared. I laughed. Mr. Prescott, when you hit me because of your mistress and threw me out onto the street in the middle of a storm, were you thinking about our love? I remember those six slaps perfectly and every insult you threw at me.