My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 632

Everyone was absolutely gobsmacked.

The two receptionists were startled as well. That was the Ring Avenue in Bayside City; one wouldn’t be able to buy even a square meter of property there without spending at least 40,000 or 50,000 on it. Right now, Stanley was planning to give the apartments to them to… quease their fears?!

The next day, everyone showed up to work at an abnormally punctual time; the incident last night hadn’t scared any of the employees away. As they worked, they kept an eye out for news about last night’s ‘compensation’ for the receptionists’ fear.

When noon camed, they could see that the two receptionists had posted stories of themselves signing the contracts for those apartments.

Sophia came to work at noon. It was only then did she find out that Stanley had kept his employees’ loyalty by gifting them apartments. Although they had lost a few million, they still managed to keep their employees. Although the landlord had been arrested, the man stubbornly refused to speak. He wouldn’t admit who sent him to sabotage the company, getting his lawyer to do everything instead. Sophia knew who was the mastermind behind all of this, but she couldn’t scrape up any proof.

When she returned to her office, her lawyer—Mr. Fields—was already waiting for her. The two of them talked about last night’s incident for a while before Sophia sent him off. She then returned to her office, but then a thought suddenly struck her. She proceeded to make a phone call.

“It looks like Harper is being really active. I see that he’s got a lot of savings on hand!” Her voice was abnormally chilly and filled with contempt when she spoke.

Xyla was in the middle of a manicure when Sophia called. She gave a cold chuckle and said, “Didn’t you want to use me in order to take Richard on, Sophia? I told you—there’s no chance!”

Xyla was now a winner in life, for she was already in control of the Harper Group’s board of directors. She had kicked all the Harpers out from the board. That was why Richard had recently invested into other professions, such as the online gaming industry. In addition to that, he had also received a large investment with no clear origins.

Xyla knew why this happened, and she also knew about the crisis that Sophia was currently facing. She couldn’t stop herself from mocking the latter as she said, “Hehe! I’m sure you didn’t expect this, did you? You tried to use me as a weapon against Richard, only to have me turn back and bite you. Just sit back and watch your company go bankrupt! I will definitely not help you.” She seemed to be very smug as she added one last bit. “By the way, don’t even think about getting your stocks back,” she said.

Sophia already knew that things would end up like this, but everything was still within her control. “It’s okay. My company’s woes are not something for you to worry yourself over. I just wanted to remind you—don’t forget where dear old Harper’s money is coming from.” With that, she hung up the call and silently cursed her.

Dumb b*tch.

Xyla was now in charge of the Harper Group after having gained control of the board of directors. She had elected her own supporters into key positions, but she never seemed to have thought about the little things. The Harper Group was a sprawling corporation; would some hack with no experience like her be able to manage it? She wasn’t cut out for it at all. With the Harper Group in her hands, it would become a crumbling titan sooner or later.

Xyla also knew that Richard had received an overly large investment. Seeing how Richard was about to use that money to stop Sophia’s rise, she decided that she absolutely couldn’t allow that!

Xyla finished her manicure and delicately blew on her nails before phoning Richard. She immediately cut straight to business the moment the call went through. “I heard that you’ve received a sizable amount of investment money. Is that so?”

Richard’s heart leaped into his throat as he denied this. “No, where did you hear this from?”

Xyla seized on this and said, “Let’s split it 50-50. I want to see you transfer half of it to my account tomorrow. Or else—well, you know.”

“You b*tch, don’t you dare!”