Yves let out a cold, humorless laugh. All Lester had left was an empty shell of a company.
“Lester, let’s go.” Zachary grabbed Lester’s hand and hurried him out of the room.
As soon as they left, the boardroom erupted in enthusiastic applause—praise from the shareholders for Yves. It was easy to imagine what would have happened if Lester had seized control; the Quigley Group would’ve been bankrupt within months.
“I was only doing my job,” Yves replied, not one to bask in praise. Protecting the Quigley Group was his duty, after all.
“Still, Mr. Quigley, you should be careful. Lester holds a grudge and never lets things go,” one of the shareholders warned, concern etched on his face.
“I’m not worried about him. That’s all for today.”
The shareholders nodded and filed out of the conference room one by one.
Yves, along with Lindsay and Cheryl, returned to their office.
“Wow, Lester’s about to become the biggest internet sensation in the city,” Cheryl said, unable to hide her amusement. “The whole web is talking about how he tried to storm the Quigley Group with Zachary in tow.”
“And that’s not all,” she continued, handing Yves her phone. “He’s gone viral on Aquora, too. People are roasting him left and right.”
Even Yves, usually so stern, couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the parody videos.
Cheryl passed the phone to Lindsay, who burst out laughing, her face contorting as she tried—and failed—to regain her composure.
Suddenly, Yves spoke up, “The old man’s catching a flight home right now.”
He’d just received a text from the bodyguard he’d assigned; they were waiting at the airport.
Lindsay looked puzzled. “Wait, seriously? He wouldn’t come home when we begged him just a few days ago. Now he buys a ticket without a word?”
Cheryl raised her hand eagerly. “Easy! The patriarch must have seen the news about Lester and got so furious he’s flying back to lay down the law himself.”
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