Chapter 585
As night descended, a gentle chill permeated the air.
While the rest of the Morrisons retired to their rooms, Mila and Nathan emerged from their sanctuary.
Following a long session of intimacy, Mila found herself weakened by hunger.
In the kitchen nook, the maids arrived bearing plates of food.
Seated across from each other, Mila and Nathan exchanged affectionate glances, tinged with a hint of shyness.
Nathan served Mila a bowl of soup, his tone gentle as he asked, “Chubs, did Fenna say or do anything today that upset you?”
Mila shook her head in response, sensing his underlying tension.
Drawing from past experiences, Nathan was determined to prevent the situation from irreversibly spiraling out of control.
He continued gently, “If anything is troubling you, please don’t hesitate to share it with me. Keeping it bottled up inside and facing it alone isn’t the way to go.”
Mila stirred her soup with a spoon, taking a moment to contemplate before asking, “What will you do if Fenna refuses to give up?”
Nathan’s smile turned bitter. “Dealing with outright criminals is simple; it’s the ones who walk the line between right and wrong that pose a challenge. They persist relentlessly, making it difficult to handle them. Sometimes, the most prudent approach is keeping one’s distance.”
“But what about Fenna’s pos-”
“It’s already been reassigned, regardless of her approval,” Nathan replied.
Mila breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Nathan served Mila a plate of food before asking, “How are things going on your end?”
Mila’s face brightened with a smile, a hint of contentment shining through.
“Everything’s sorted now. I plan to wrap things up at tomorrow’s noon shareholders’ meeting.”
“Alright, I’ll arrange for someone to accompany you.”
“Will you be coming too?” Mila asked.
“Yes.”
“Why is that?”
“Because of Lucas.”
“Lucas is involved?”
“Indeed, Lucas Vega is Hugo Talerico, and vice versa. He’s a highly dangerous individual.”
Mila stared at Nathan in shock, her heart sinking with each passing moment, unable to calm down.
It seemed that Lucas had undergone a drastic transformation, altering his appearance and even his voice through surgery, rendering him unrecognizable.
Certainly, Oliver’s existence only served to amplify this sense of dread.
“Alright,” Mila replied softly, her voice calm and composed.
Before long, noon arrived on the following day.
In the depths of late winter, a biting chill permeated the air.
A convoy of over a dozen luxury cars glided swiftly into the Hoffis Corporation headquarters, their impressive array radiating grandeur and opulence.
Observing the scene unfold, security personnel from the building hurried out in frustration, aiming to intercept the approaching vehicles.
As the cars came to a halt, dozens of well-dressed, imposing men emerged, their stern countenances unsettling the security guards who approached them. These men, usually attired in military garb, now appeared formal and dignified in their suits.
Cautiously, one of the guards spoke up, “Who… who are you?”
At that moment, Zach emerged from the car. Observing his arrival, the security guards nodded with deference, offering a slight bow and addressing him politely, “M-Mr. Hoffis Senior.”
Zach’s expression remained stern, radiating an air of unquestionable authority. With a dismissive gesture, he signaled for the guards to move aside.
Wanda and Nathan stepped out of the car alongside Zach, positioning themselves on either side to closely guard him.
Meanwhile, Cole took the lead, swiftly moving forward to scout the way and press the elevator button.
With his entourage surrounding him, Zach made a commanding entrance into the corporation.
The employees, all under the impression that Zach had died, were utterly astonished to see him again.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hoffis Senior,” the receptionist greeted, her hand moving toward the phone to inform her superiors.
Just as she reached for the phone, a stern-looking man approached, startling her. Gripped by fear, she disconnected the phone line as he stood beside her, his gaze intense and menacing.
The receptionist trembled with fear as she witnessed the scene unfold.
Meanwhile, all three elevators were packed with people.
The group proceeded directly to the CEO’s conference room.
Inside the expansive conference room, the shareholders’ meeting was proceeding smoothly, with Avery deeply engaged in discussing the intricacies of the equity acquisition.
Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open, drawing everyone’s attention.
Leading the charge was Zach, accompanied by his imposing entourage.
The shareholders were stunned, their expressions reflecting disbelief. “Mr. Hoffis Senior?”
“Wait, the former president isn’t dead?”
“What… what’s happening?”
At that moment, Avery’s face was drained of color.
Observing the situation, Hugo discreetly rose from his seat and quietly made his way toward the rear exit.