Chapter 522
“Let me see.”
Gregory seemed to be glancing at his phone while explaining to me, “Had a marathon meeting, left my phone with Lucius. He saw it was your call and brought it into the meeting room for me
“Every cloud has a silver lining, don’t worry.”
Despite his reassurance, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy, “This is targeted at you, right? Is Palmer Ford behind this?”
“You got the first part right.”
Gregory took a sip of something, his voice a bit clearer, “But Palmer isn’t that foolish. He’s the type to cut off his nose to spite his face, not the kind to ‘shoot himself in the foot.”
Gregory’s logic made sense.
Before he returned to the Ford Group, the new chip had already hit the market, and Palmer had been in charge on paper. Ultimately, this was Palmer’s responsibility.
Palmer stirring things up now could indeed make Gregory’s life difficult, but it would also completely ruin any chance of him returning to the Ford Group.
But if it wasn’t Palmer…
I frowned, asking, “Then who could it be?”
Take it easy, all in due time. Sneaky folks will slip up eventually.
After saying this, Gregory seemed to remember something, “About the celebration dinner tonight, I might be a bit late.”
At that moment, I remembered he still didn’t know Bella was my biological mother.
One, because I had promised Edith Ford, and two, because he hadn’t come home last night.
Now wasn’t the time to distract him with this, so I nodded, “No worries, focus on the group’s issues. If you can’t make it, it’s okay.”
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“By the way, if you need some cash, I can help tide you over.”
“Trying to smother me with your wealth again?”
A pleased chuckle escaped Gregory’s throat as he lazily responded, “That won’t do. Your money’s only good for keeping me.”
This guy really knows how to make mooching off others sound like a noble
act.
Yet, in that moment, I somehow felt reassured. If he could joke, it meant things weren’t beyond repair, “Alright, Greg, I’ve saved up a lot.”
“All for keeping you.”
“Mrs. Ford is dead set on feeding me, huh?”
RiverCity, the Ferguson Group.
Bryant Ferguson left the shareholder meeting with a stormy expression.
Kevin caught up in time, glancing at the clock, “Mr. President, it’s about time to head to Vista Town.”
The celebration dinner was starting at six, and they were already cutting it
close.
“Yeah.”
Bryant returned to his office, changed into a dark suit, grabbed his coat, and strode towards the elevator.
Accustomed to reading the room, Kevin followed a step behind, sensing an even colder aura than usual, “This time, the Ferguson Group got dragged into the mess because of the Ford Group’s scandal. But if we terminate our contracts in time, it won’t affect us. You didn’t have to go through all that with the shareholders.”
Due to a recent agreement with SZ Technology, and with Gregory now in charge of both SZ and the Ford Group, the chip scandal had implicated both SZ and the Ferguson Group.
The Ferguson Group’s electronic products were also under scrutiny for
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potential copyright issues.
This maneuver had inevitably caused their stock to take a hit, affecting the shareholders‘ interests, and Bryant had to provide explanations.
The shareholders, astute from years under Bryant’s reign, weren’t going to let go of any misstep easily.
Hearing this, Bryant glanced at him, his tone icy, “Cut the chatter.“.
“Is it really me who’s talking too much, or are you just not letting go?”
Kevin muttered under his breath, barely audible.
Yet, the man walking ahead stiffened for a moment, then resumed his usual cold demeanor without a pause in his stride, heading straight for the elevator. Stepping out at the ground floor, Bryant walked into an employee carrying several coffee cups!
Bryant stepped back, his face darkening, but as the person looked up, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
“Sorry, sorry!”
Nadine apologized profusely, her guilt deepening as she recognized Bryant, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ferguson, I…”
Bryant’s gaze fell on her ID badge, his eyes narrowing slightly, “You got hired?“ “…Yes.”
“Design Department Assistant Director…
Bryant’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “Reduced to fetching coffee?”
When Jane was the Assistant Director of the Design Department, she had her team well under control.
Never had she been so belittled.
His words might not have been harsh, but Bryant’s presence was suffocating. Nadine took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed, “I’m new here, it’s normal for them not to accept me right away. This coffee run is just part of