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.


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