My billionaire husband spoils me too much

They'd been together for seven years.

Henry had thought he knew everything about May.

Therefore, he'd been shell-shocked when she'd suddenly dumped him and said she was going to get married and returned him more than two million dollars that were borrowed from a friend he'd never heard of.

He'd never known May had so rich a friend.

The show couldn't be put on hold indefinitely, so Henry had to return to the set after spending two months in despondency.

Her agent Shirley found that she still couldn't bond with Henry even if May had left.

Henry hit the bar immediately after getting off work and drowned his sorrows.

He got inebriated every night.

He changed a lot and didn't enjoy talking with people as he used to do.

Even the director and some of the crew complained to Shirley about Henry not doing his best in the show.

Henry was no longer that charming and sunny man he used to be. He became broody and never smiled.

For the quality of the show, the director kept telling Henry to buck up.

However, Henry couldn't help himself. He didn't even bother to communicate with others anymore. He just cooked with a bland expression in front of the camera and left when his part was done. He became a totally different person.

"The ratings of our show have dropped a lot recently.”

"The audience and fans keep commenting that Henry is not being himself.”

"Henry's persona is merry and lighthearted. What's wrong with him? You're his agent. Talk with him and get his head out of his ass.”

"Tell him to be professional. There are so many influencers out there. He's replaceable!”

The sponsors of the show sent a representative to lay in Shirley.

Shirley apologized profusely. She really didn't dare to offend these rich people.

"Henry, you can't be like this anymore. Stop drinking!" Shirley caught him in the bar again.

"Stop drinking. You're smelly.”

"Have you eaten anything today? Your body can't take so much liquor!”

Henry turned a deaf ear to her and swigged at brandy as if it was water. The burning feeling from his throat down to his stomach was in no way enjoyable but at least dulled the pain.

"Henry, don't be so infantile. Having a breakup is not the end of the world.”

"Don't give up on yourself. You deserve better than this!"

Shirley had worked with Henry for many years and had never seen him so decadent.

She'd tried being encouraging and harsh, but neither way worked.

"You have to know that we're in trouble now. The sponsors of the show are very unhappy and demand that you gather your wits as soon as possible. You..."

Shirley was fretting about how to placate the sponsors in the meeting tomorrow.

She'd thought Henry would be better off without May, but the reality was quite the opposite.

She could neither cheer him up nor reason with him.

She'd been Henry's agent for so many years, but only then did she find out that he could be as stubborn as a mule. He'd lost his marbles and was acting like he didn't give a fig about his career, which was unreasonable and immature.

She missed the happy, considerate, and humorous Henry.

She sat by his side for the whole night and droned on about the right things to do until her lips were dry. Without talking back, Henry just drank quietly as if she didn't exist.

Shirley was at the end of her rope.

It would be disastrous if she couldn't get the old Henry back and the show became no long popular consequently. That would be the end of her career.

"I know where May is," Shirley said after hesitating for a long while.

Henry stiffened and turned to look at Shirley, his eyes glassy.

"What did you say?"

His voice cracked from drinking too much.

Shirley demanded in aggravation, "I told you not to drink so much. Now I have to call the director and apologize for your absence from the show tomorrow because of your rusty voice!"

She was exasperated.

Shirley was clearly concerned about him, but that was due to his commercial value.

Henry was simple-minded and not as smart as those cunning businessmen, but he knew how the world worked and also who was truly good to him.

Over the years, so many women had professed love to him. They were beautiful, intelligent, and even talented, but he'd never had feelings for any of them. He was well aware of what he was looking for.

"You...know...where May is?"

Henry's sentence was intermitted by burps.

He clamped Shirley's wrist with excessive force. Shirley winced in pain and tried to pull her wrist out of his bruising grip.

"You're hurting me. Let me go."

Shirley's attempt to withdraw her hand only incensed Henry. He roared like a furious lion, "Where is she? Tell me now!"

"Fine. I'll tell you."

Frightened, Shirley said in a shaky voice, "I ran into her on the street the other day. She's working in the headquarters of the IP&G Group now."

The booze was giving Henry a headache. Looking at Shirley with a bland expression, he slurred, "P&G..."

He couldn't believe his ears. How was it possible that May had found a job in the IP&G group?

It was only credible that May was working as a waitress in a restaurant.

However, no matter what, he was to find her.