The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 183

Lester’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Lindsay, as if he could tear her to shreds with his gaze alone. Through gritted teeth, he spat, “You and your husband set me up—don’t deny it. I’ve lost everything. Are you satisfied now? We’re all Quigley, aren’t we? Was it really necessary to ruin me completely?”

Quigley? Necessary?

Yves and Lindsay both couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

Lindsay’s voice was icy as she replied, “If you still thought of Yves as family, or me for that matter, you never would have tried to coerce him into signing away his shares and every property he owned.”

Lester blustered, “But I didn’t get anything, did I? He never signed. Now I’m the one left with nothing, thanks to you two.”

He sneered, “Besides, Yves is useless—physically and otherwise. What’s the point of letting a cripple run Quigley Group? Do you really think the shareholders will ever respect him?”

Before Yves or Lindsay could respond, a few shareholders stood up, unable to hold back any longer.

“Lester, I’ve tolerated you long enough,” one of them snapped. “When you were in charge, Quigley Group was bleeding money. And those land investments you made—millions, just wasted and left to rot. You never had what it takes to run this company. Thank God Mr. Quigley came back as soon as he woke up. These past two months, he’s been cleaning up your mess without a word of complaint. And what do you do? You turn around and try to trick him into handing over his shares? Shameless.”

Another shareholder chimed in, “Good thing your scheming failed, or you would’ve driven Quigley Group straight into the ground. Everything you’re suffering now is your own doing. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

Lester’s face twisted with scorn. “So now you’re all defending Yves? Figures—you’re just his lapdogs, always siding with your master. But you’d better watch your backs. He’ll swallow your shares too, and when that day comes, you’ll have no one to cry to.”

Right on cue, Zachary stepped up to shield Lester, his tone brash and arrogant. “Do I look dead to you? I’m loaded. Ten million, a hundred million—nothing I can’t handle.”

Yves cut straight to the heart of it. “Maybe so. But will your children agree to that?”

Zachary had plenty of money, sure, but he also had several sons—there was no way he’d risk their inheritance just to bail out his nephew. Anyone with common sense would weigh their options, and Zachary was nothing if not a cunning old fox.

Zachary hesitated, words caught in his throat. Lester turned to him, waiting for a response.

Unable to meet Lester’s gaze, Zachary finally forced out, “It’s my money. I don’t need anyone’s permission to use it. And Yves, don’t get cocky. This game isn’t over yet.”