Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 51

“That will be the end of it.”

That single cold statement from Heaton Fudd stunned Nancy Xander.

If the offender was a different person today, she would not believe Heaton Fudd would let that person off the hook that easily. Monetary reimbursement or termination would be decided by the management. This ‘carefree’ attitude by Heaton Fudd today was obviously abnormal.

“But what are we going to do with the total forty million dollars worth of losses? The finance department had already reported it… this isn’t a small amount. If the board of directors asked about it…”

Heaton Fudd spoke in a calm tone, “I will make up for the total losses of forty-five million dollars on my own.”

He actually would pay forty-five million dollars out of his pocket just for Verian Mont?

Nancy Xander’s face turned slightly pale. She took a deep breath and spoke while biting her lips, “Heaton, even if the total losses amount to three hubdred million, you are willing to have Verian Mont leave Fudd group? She has already promised to tender her resignation letter, as long as you agree to it, you would not be required to fork out that three hundred million dollars.”

How could a woman like Verian Mont be worth forty-five million dollars? Even if that amount was a fraction of the total wouldn’t be worth it!”

Heaton Fudd’s dark pearly eyes were slightly twitching. His movements were not too drastic. He raised his arm to fiddle with his sleeves button in an unfocused manner. “Verion Mont is Madam Fudd. If Madam Fudd is exiled from Fudd group, my pride would have no place left to stand. Three hundred million dollars to buy my pride, is there a problem with that?”

“However, not a single person out in public knew that she was Madam Fudd. There’s no need for you to do that…”

Heaton Fudd got up elegantly. His movements were not slowed or heavy. As he looked toward her, a wave of sinister intent flashed across his gaze, “Director Xander, if you intend to escalate the situation, I’m afraid your pride will have nowhere else to stand.”

Nancy Xander’s heart was violently clenched.

Although Heaton Fudd’s statement was calm, it was cold and menacing.

Since his statement had progressed to this extent, no matter how dissatisfied Nancy Xander felt, she would have to submit to it. She took a gulp to quell her already dried throat, fighting hard to keep her pride, she said while pouting, “I’ll head over to Zaynie’s school first, don’t be late okay.”

The instant that statement ended, she strode out the office hastily in her high heels.

Heaton Fudd buzzed the internal office intercom, “Inform Verian Mont to head to my office.”

…

As she had just arrived at the office’s entrance, she took a couple of deep breaths before knocking on the door and entering.

Although she was mentally prepared to be scolded into oblivion by Heaton Fudd, when she entered, she was still feeling slightly nervous. She stood at a safe distance from Heaton Fudd and raised her cheeky face. That submissive look she showed in her eyes fell onto the bottom of the man’s eyes. It seemed like an elementary school student nervously waiting to be punished for making a mistake.

“Come here.”

The man’s dark pearly eyes stared at her. She was standing so far away from him. Was she truly that afraid of him?

He was not a monster, if he was, she would have long since been devoured by him. Not even bone scraps would be left behind.

Verian Mont replied with a monotonous “oh” and inched a couple of steps forward. She was still on guard by leaving quite some distance between herself and him. Heaton Fudd rubbed his eyebrows and sighed impatiently. Upon hearing that impatient sigh, Verian Mont assumed he was about to explode again. The instant she looked up, that man had already closed in right in front of her with his long legs and grabbed onto her wrist in a swift motion.

That man was focused on that red cut mark on her arm. Plasma was oozing out of her wound and it was slightly inflamed. It was the result of being struck by the folder several hours ago by him.

The man used the thin tips of his fingers to gently rub onto the wound, “Does it hurt?”

She frowned and nodded. “Yeah, a little.”

She assumed Heaton Fudd would be sympathetic and would feel bad for her. Who would have known, that man would instead give her a cold glance and said, “Good that it hurts, you’ll remember it.”