The Man Behind Her Empire — The Black Truffle Pasta

Victoria, if I could place that queen's crown on your head, I can tear it off with my own hands. You want my new algorithm to support you and another man's twins? I'll make sure none of you get a single cent. Honey, I've missed you so much.

Arthur, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you you're not allowed at the office? Honey, you haven't had lunch have you? I made your favorite black truffle pasta. Arthur, you should be working on the new algorithm, not making black truffle pasta.

Now leave, go home, and keep coding. And don't ever come to the office again without my do you hear me? All right, I understand. I'll go home and keep coding. Honey, Victoria, we've been married eight years and you've never once been that sweet to Victoria, you think you can keep me out just by making Wei Technologies' firewall impenetrable?