Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 797

Chapter 797 Tom’s Speechlessness

 

“Alright, I’ll have someone ready a set of oil-painting tools for the next time Mr. Barber gets angry.” Tom chuckled, to which Toby hummed in response. “I’ll leave it to you to decide.”

 

Nodding, Tom switched his smile into a frown. “Although Mr. Barber wouldn’t agree to buy Damon’s shares, Damon won’t sell them to us either, President Fuller. He says he would rather sit in jail with his shares than make things easy for us.” Looking at Toby, he then asked, “How do you want to deal with this?”

“Won’t make things easy for us?” Toby repeated as he crossed his legs. His expression was not easily distinguishable in the shadows, but the crook of his smile could lead someone to guess that he was in a very bad mood and was suppressing his anger at this moment. “Does he think that I wouldn’t be able to get the shares I had my eyes on even if he wouldn’t sell them to me?” Suddenly clenching his fists, he continued, “No, I will make him voluntarily sell those shares to me.”

“You have a solution, President Fuller?” Tom hurriedly turned to him.

 

At that point, Toby looked up and said coldly, “He has a son who likes betting, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” Tom nodded and commented, “However, after the son was severely beaten and shut up at home by Damon, he’s rarely gone to bet. He doesn’t really have the money to, for the most part.”

Toby snorted. “If that’s the case, have someone draw his son out. I want his son to fall into the habit of betting again and losing everything he has. When the time comes, go and visit Damon in prison, and he’ll voluntarily sign the share sales agreement. After all, he has only one son and will not bear to watch the boy be crippled by his creditors just like that. No, Damon would find a way to help his son clear all those debts.”

 

At that point, no one could blame Toby for using such vicious and indiscriminate methods.

After all, Damon himself was the one who insisted on challenging Toby’s limit despite the latter’s initial tolerance.

Not to mention that if Toby had been the one to lose today, Damon wouldn’t have spared him so easily.

 

Besides, all was fair in the business world. Weren’t such vicious methods simply the way things worked?

Sure enough, Tom didn’t have any objections to Toby’s suggestion, and he simply nodded without hesitation. “Roger that, President Fuller. I’ll have it arranged. There’s another thing…”

“Tell me.” Toby pulled out his cell phone and spun it around a few times, thereafter tapping on the screen to get it to light up.

In truth, he had only wanted to check the time, not expecting that there would be two unread messages on his phone from Sonia.

The pleasant surprise made his expression gentle by quite a bit.

After that, he quickly opened the messages to see what Sonia had sent.

The first one was her thanking him for having someone deliver her breakfast. The second was to say that she had made him some stew and that someone was delivering it to the Fuller Group.

The message was from about half an hour ago.

Since Paradigm Co. was more than an hour from the Fuller Group, it was obvious that the stew hadn’t been delivered yet.

 

If Toby rushed back now, he would likely be able to receive the stew himself.

“Drive!” he snapped immediately, slamming his phone down.

 

Since Tom was still thinking about what he wanted to say to Toby, the sudden command made him jump and choke on his own spit. After coughing a few times, he asked with a red face, “Did something urgent happen, President Fuller?”

Toby grunted in acknowledgment, not bothering to elaborate.

Having no other choice, Tom could only shut up and start the car.

It wasn’t until the car had left the factory that Toby suddenly asked about the previous topic. “You said there was something else. What was it?”

Silently, Tom grimaced.

He had assumed that Toby had forgotten.

After tugging on his necktie with one hand, he finally admitted with a cough, “It’s nothing important, just that the lawyer I sent out to discuss compensation with Anya Steinfeld returned this morning, saying negotiations were complete.”

“Oh?” Toby glanced up to meet Tom’s eyes through the rearview mirror. “How much is she paying?”

“She agreed to cover the maintenance costs of the car without hesitation and transferred 300,000 into our account just like that. That’s not even taking into consideration your medical bills and follow-up treatment expenses,” Tom replied.