When Dexter and I arrived at the Black Group, there were still so employees causing a ruckus.
"The Black Group is a reputable, public–listed company. Don’t we have anyone else to run the show aside from a retard? Even if sothing’s happened to the chairman, we need to have soone capable to take over!"
"Exactly! What right does a retard have to manage the company?"
"Not only is he a psycho, but he’s also an illegitimate son. He has no right to manage the company!"
Their words were nasty; soone had obviously put them up to this. Well, it made sense. The dark side of mankind was always amplified when its interest was involved. If Martin could promise them good things, they could slander soone who’d never hard them without blinking an eye.
"Why didn’t a psycho like him die in that accident? Why did Mr. Andy have to die?"
"I heard that he brings bad luck to everyone he’s around."
"I heard that even the fire at the welfare ho didn’t manage to kill him!"
My expression darkened. I looked at the person who’d spoken last. "Dexter..."
I tiptoed and cupped my hands around Dexter’s ear, whispering, "Follow Mr. Bart upstairs."
He looked at obediently, not wanting to leave without .
"Be good."
He nodded reluctantly and followed Ewan away with his eyes lowered. I stood at the company’s entrance and gazed at the people who were protesting. Then, I walked over to them and asked, "What’s Martin offering you for you to riot here?"
These people were so of the company’s senior executives, and they held important positions. They were positive that they wouldn’t be fired because there wouldn’t be anyone to replace them at such short notice.
"Who are you?" the person in the lead asked.
"My na’s Sofia Miller. I’m the Black Group’s president’s wife," I said.
You? The president’s wife? Mr. Black Senior may be down, but that doesn’t an it’s up to a psycho to take over as the company’s president. And you, the so–called president’s wife, don’t have the right to throw your weight around here," the man said arrogantly. He kept saying that Dexter wasn’t worthy,
"How about you take over, then?" I smiled. "Do you think you’re worthy?"
His expression darkened. "Stop wasting our ti. Get Mr. Bart and Mr. Dexter out of here! We disagree with Mr. Dexter being the company’s president!"
"I bet you’ve been promised plenty of stuff, seeing as you’re the one leading this. How much will the people with you get, though?"
"The Black Group isn’t short on staff, so you guys don’t need to go on strike. You’re fired," I said, continuing to push the man’s buttons.
"What right do you have to fire us? Who the hell do you think you are?" he roared.
"I’m the president’s wife, that’s who. Besides, you’re disrupting the company’s daily operations by neglecting your job. Why would I keep you around if you’re not doing what you were hired for?" I glanced at the surveillance caras in the lobby and shifted slightly.
The man stord forward, pointing at as he started arguing with . I decided to take a leaf out of Dexter’s book–I stepped forward, then quickly plopped myself down onto the floor and clutched my belly.
I cried out in pain, "Why did you have to do that?"
The man was baffled. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t even touch you!"
I gave the other people a pained look. "I know this has nothing to do with you guys, but he just pushed . I’m carrying the Black family’s heir. If sothing were to happen to , he’ll be the only one I’ll go after..."
Damn, I was so kind.
Everyone else was stunned. Things had been so chaotic earlier that they hadn’t really seen what had happened. It didn’t help that my acting was so genuine.
I cried out to the security guards, "Hurry up and call the police! He hit !"
The man spluttered, unable to defend himself. "Cut the act! I didn’t-"
"You’re the closest to us, but I know that you didn’t do it. You saw him push , didn’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll only go after the culprit. He’ll be the only one I’ll bring charges against." I looked at the person closest to the man and tried to sow discord between them.
The person panicked and looked at the man in the lead. "No, I..."
The man looked at him, anxiously waiting for him to prove his innocence. But under such circumstances, the person could only say that he hadn’t seen anything. "No, I
didn’t really see what happened..."
The police soon arrived. Ewan helped into the ambulance.
With everyone watching, Ewan said, "We suspect that this man, Mick Jensen, has accepted bribes. His wife has told us that he has a mistress, and there was a million
dollars in cash found at her residence."
He kept his voice low, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear him. It was clear that Mick was the only one who’d gotten paid that much to riot. But whatever it was, their little alliance was done with.
I sat in the ambulance and glanced at Ewan. On our way here, I’d reminded him that we had to catch the ringleader before dealing with the others. But in such a short ti, he’d already hit the ringleader where it hurt.
I had the feeling that Ewan had long since thought about the things that would occur
here. He’d just kept his silence and gone along with ...
I thought I was smart enough to think of sothing like this, but sothing felt off to . Was I really protecting and helping Dexter? Couldn’t Ewan have dealt with it
even if I hadn’t done anything?
"Everything’s been dealt with as you’d instructed, Mrs. Black," Ewan ca over to
report to after the police took Mick away.
I parted my lips. He was flattering by saying he’d done as I’d instructed. I’d only made the first move–he’d done everything else.
If truth be told, his flattery... made a chill run down my spine.
"Uh... you didn’t tell Dexter about this, did you? I don’t want him to worry. I’m fine, after all."
"Mr. Black doesn’t know about this. Once we’re done with things here, he’ll head to the hospital to accompany you for your prenatal check. I’ll just inform him that you went ahead of him." Ewan already had everything planned out.
I nodded. "Alright, then."
Before the ambulance left, I glanced out the window. I didn’t know whether my eyes were playing tricks on , but I felt like Dexter was looking down at from inside the building.
Dexter arrived shortly after the ambulance brought to the hospital.
"Sophia... you didn’t wait for ." His eyes were lowered, and he looked aggrieved.
I glanced around. The ambulance had driven so slowly and steadily that I’d almost kept him waiting. What was this about not waiting for him?
"Uh... I was worried that you were busy with work," I said, trying to appease him.
He held my hand a little nervously. "I’m going to be a dad, aren’t I?"
I was taken aback. The child was indeed his. "Of course. Or do you want to find
this baby another father?"
His eyes imdiately darkened, and he tightened his grip on my hand. "You can’t do that."
I smiled. "Are you done with work?"
"Ewan told everything, Sophia." Dexter’s expression changed almost instantly.
He looked happy and excited, and he acted like he was totally dependent on . "You were the one who thought of the idea to get rid of those people. You’re so smart!"
I felt diffident, but I didn’t know exactly why. "From now on, rember to let know beforehand if you’re facing any trouble."
The sense of protectiveness that surged in boosted my confidence. This was my second chance at life–there was no way I couldn’t deal with those scum. As long as I was around, no one would be able to lay a hand on the people I cared about.
"You’re the best, Sophia. How will I survive without you?" Dexter was still acting like
a child. He held and told how dependent he was on . He also said that he couldn’t live without .
I couldn’t help feeling like I’d spoiled him rotten. But what could I do about it? What
else could I do aside from continuing to spoil him?
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