Andrew's words could only be taken as a threat.
Melody's body trembled slightly. She spoke in a low voice, "You can't do this."
"Melody, you've always been such a good daughter. Why are you being so stubborn this time?" Andrew sighed. "I know you've been saving up for your surgery. I even said I'd help cover the medical fees.
"You need to think about yourself. Those people won't bring you anything."
He rubbed his forehead, clearly frustrated. He hadn't expected Denvin to get involved in this. They'd never seen eye to eye. He knew Denvin was rebellious and wouldn't spare him any pride or respect.
Andrew didn't have a natural talent for business. The Wardolf family had risen thanks to Benjamin, and when he passed away, the company fell into Andrew's hands.
In ten years, he had already dragged the family down quite a bit. Otherwise, they wouldn't have had to push so hard for a marriage alliance with the Chesson family.
Denvin was different—he had a much sharper instinct for business. So Andrew had no choice but to hand over the Regallo Group to him, while he started a new venture with the Regallo Charity Foundation.
He might've acted broke to the outside world, but Andrew knew exactly how much money was in charity work. And he wasn't about to give up that slice of the pie.
After that call, Melody couldn't shake a growing sense of unease.
It felt like Andrew was planning something.
That uneasy feeling stuck with her until her supervisor called her in again. This time, it was about the promo video she was supposed to shoot—apparently, there was going to be a change.
Some other departments weren't happy with the decision, so they wanted to hold a vote instead.
She didn't really mind. However, the thought that this might be Andrew's doing left a strange, hard-to-describe feeling in her gut. Whatever it was, it didn't feel good.
Tiffany was angrier than she was. "What the hell is management doing? First, they say it's you. Now they're saying everyone gets to vote. Are they playing games with us?"
Melody said, "Isn't this better? Honestly, I didn't think I was the right person anyway."
She did want to make money, but she wasn't the type to bet on something she wasn't sure about.
Tiffany sighed. "Why are you always so soft? If it were me, I'd demand an explanation."
Melody said quietly, "I have more important things to focus on right now."
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