The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 190

The old man once made a promise: when his time came, he would make sure to split his shares equally.

“Even if he divides them equally, each of the four sons would still get 8.75% of the company,” Cheryl calculated aloud.

“They’re all against me now. If they each get 8.75% more, and add that to what they already own—if they pool their shares, they’ll have more than I do,” Yves replied, his tone grim.

Bringing up shares now felt disrespectful to the old man, but Yves knew better than anyone how much the Quigley Group meant to him. If those sons got their hands on it, it’d only be a matter of time before the company slipped right out of the family’s grip.

“They don’t trust each other enough to hand over their shares to one of them, just to make a power play against you,” Lindsay reasoned. “And none of the three could buy out the others—they don’t have that kind of money.”

“They might not, but Zachary does,” Yves said quietly.

He’d heard rumors that Zachary wanted to match his adopted daughter with Lester. If that happened, Zachary would have every reason to buy up those shares and hand them over.

“That kind of money, though—no matter how willing Zachary is, his sons would never agree,” Cheryl pointed out.

“But if Zachary managed to buy out all three of their shares, then put Lester in charge, it wouldn’t be hard for them to push you out. You should be ready for that,” Lindsay warned, glancing over at Yves.

“It doesn’t matter,” Yves replied, calm and resolute. “It’s not that I can’t live without the Quigley Group. It’s that the Quigley Group can’t live without me.” He’d already braced himself for the worst. If he couldn’t hold on to the company, he’d just have to cut his losses and protect what really mattered.

“Yves, you’ve got the talent, and you’ve done more than enough for the Quigley Group all these years. Maybe it’s time to come back to yourself,” Cheryl said, her words making Lindsay raise an eyebrow. Come back?

Yves shot Cheryl a sharp look. Her mouth always ran ahead of her brain. Sometimes he wondered if she blabbed on purpose—how could anyone be so indiscreet?

Realizing she’d said too much, Cheryl clammed up at once.

Yves deflected. “What about you?”

Lindsay was silent for a while, then admitted, “Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I think his sons are involved. If Mr. Quigley dies, they inherit everything, simple as that.”

“But Cheryl never actually saw Mr. Quigley. Maybe they just wanted it to look like he died in a plane crash. Maybe they didn’t really want him dead,” Lindsay continued.

“I agree with you,” Yves said. “But I can’t figure out how they could have saved him at thirty thousand feet. Unless he never boarded that plane at all. That would explain everything.”

He wanted to believe in miracles, but saving someone mid-flight was nearly impossible.

Lindsay frowned. “But the bodyguards and doctors all said Mr. Quigley got on that plane. If he was alive, sure, they could be bribed to lie. But if he’s dead, who would they be lying for?”