The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 181

The secretary, utterly confused, furrowed her brow. “Mr. Quigley never instructed me to call a board meeting. Is there some misunderstanding?”

“Just do as I say. Are you questioning me?” Lester’s tone turned harsh, as if he truly believed himself the majority shareholder of Quigley Group.

Catching the secretary’s eye, Lindsay gave her a subtle nod. “If Lester’s the one giving the orders, then go ahead with the arrangements. Also, make sure Yves is at the meeting.”

Then, she turned to Lester with a dazzling smile. “Isn’t that right, Lester?”

Lester, unmoved by Lindsay’s flattery, simply let out a heavy, dismissive snort.

But Lindsay wasn’t bothered by Lester’s arrogance. In fact, she was deliberately building him up—after all, the higher he climbed, the harder the fall.

He was smug now, but the humiliation waiting for him would be twice as painful.

Soon, the entire executive team had gathered in the boardroom.

A photographer, arranged by Zachary, started snapping photos the moment the doors opened.

Standing nearby, Lindsay offered a well-meaning suggestion. “Photos alone won’t have enough impact. I think we should livestream this. That way, not only will we get more publicity, but everyone will be watching.”

Zachary, oblivious to the true intent behind Lindsay’s words, assumed she was simply trying to please Lester. Still, he agreed it was a good idea and immediately instructed the photographer to start the livestream, focusing the camera squarely on Yves and Lester.

The Quigley Group execs eyed the unfamiliar faces in the boardroom, exchanging curious glances. What on earth was going on?

Hadn’t Lester resigned? So why was he sitting in the chairman’s seat? And why was Yves off to the side in a wheelchair?

“Mr. Quigley, you can’t just take Mr. Yves Quigley’ seat,” one executive finally blurted out, unable to hide their disapproval.

“Of course!” Lester scoffed. He’d drafted the contract himself—what could possibly go wrong?

Yves merely smiled, cold and unfazed.

Lindsay and Cheryl couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Cheryl, never one to let an opportunity slip, not only started the livestream but intentionally broadcasted it on international social media as well. She was determined to let all her friends abroad witness Lester’s impending humiliation.

What she didn’t know was that, at that very moment, across the ocean in Aquora, Mr. Quigley Sr. and Leif were also watching the livestream.

At first, seeing their own company’s boardroom onscreen, they wondered if it was some kind of AI-generated prank.

“Grandpa, what’s happening? Are they really trying to steal Yves’ shares in broad daylight?” Leif frowned, irritation clear on his face.

He couldn’t help but feel it was all unfair—his grandparents had never treated their children equally.