The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 182

But outright robbery was beneath contempt.

He couldn’t agree with it at all.

No one knew Yves better than old Mr. Quigley. Calm and unhurried, he said, “Guess why we all saw the livestream while abroad? Do you really think he could have made that happen?”

Leif drew a sharp breath, exclaiming, “So it was all a setup?”

“Obviously, Lester’s the loser here, yet he struts around as if he’s won the lottery. Just look at that smug face—I swear, I’d fly back right this second and teach him a lesson if I could.” Even Mr. Quigley was losing his cool. He’d only been away for a month, and already the family was starting to rebel.

Leif whispered, “Grandpa, should I book you a flight home? Yves wants you back, too.”

Mr. Quigley hadn’t planned on returning back so soon, but now that there was a traitor in the family, he knew he had to go back.

“Leif, get me on the earliest flight you can. I’ll handle family matters myself.” Mr. Quigley was itching to walk straight into the Quigley Group boardroom and knock some sense into everyone who needed it.

Leif rushed to book the ticket. The next flight left in two hours—just enough time to get to the airport.

Meanwhile, in the Quigley Group boardroom—

The company’s senior executives had all finished reading the contract Lester had thrown onto the table. They eyed him the way one might watch a clown performing: how could anyone be so foolish as to broadcast his own failure to the world?

Lester hadn’t noticed their strange looks. He thought they were just jealous.

“Well, the contract is here, and it’s valid the moment you sign. Yves, I expect you to honor it. A lawsuit would be unsightly for everyone,” Lester said, his tone patronizing.

Yves kept smiling, though there was nothing friendly about it.

“I’d suggest you take a closer look at that contract.”

Lester’s face drained of color. All the strength left his body, and he sank to the floor, wrapped in a terror he’d never known.

Not only had he failed to become president of Quigley Group, but overnight he was bankrupt.

He was now saddled with a pile of worthless companies—and owed Yves a fortune on top of that.

And all his money had already been sunk into investments with AQ Group.

It had all been a trap—set by Yves and Lindsay.

He squeezed his eyes shut, helpless. The hatred burned in him: how could he have trusted Lindsay, that snake?

Lindsay strolled over, grinning. “Aw, Lester, don’t take it so hard. Sure, you didn’t get any shares in the Quigley Group—but look at all the messes you picked up instead!”