---- Chapter 7 A grin played on my lips. ''We meet again, Dr. Whitmore." All the color drained from Preston's face. Things finally clicked for him. "Do you understand that I can direct Harlan Group to call off the acquisition of your hospital?" lasked. His legs turned to jelly. Falling onto his knees, he started sobbing. "But Jeanine Colby, you're a Colby. How could you be the CEO of Harlan Group? " However, he immediately apologized and stopped his questions when he met my unforgiving gaze. Tara, who happened to come home, cursed like a sailor on her way in, "That bitch! I'll make sure to teach her a good lesson if I get my hands on her!" Noticing me, she immediately growled, "Jeanine ---- Colby, how dare you show up again? I'm gonna kill you for real!" Then, she shuffled over to me, thinking I was all alone. She did not notice Preston, who was on his knees behind my car. Preston got up and slapped Tara before she could take a step closer to me. "Who are you calling a bitch?" Tara was already upset after driving in circles but failing to locate me. She broke down after Preston laid his hand on her. Sitting on the ground, she wailed, "You are still in love with your first crush, after all! Preston Whitmore, remember: you were out of my league before the partnership with Harlan Group. Now that you're rich, you immediately go to your first crush! I will not let that happen." Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. ---- "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. ''You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition. ITannounced, "I'm not here to watch a married couple fight. I'm here to pick up my daughter." Tara was slow, but she had picked up on the hints by now. I came to the villa decked in luxurious jewelry. My status was on full display with the