Chapter 135
Chapter 135:
Nothing happened.
He cleared his throat again. “Well, anyway, I need to introduce you to the new owner of Nyx Collective. Mr. Ashton Laurent p>
Hands clapped. A few people at first, then more joined.
Rexford stepped aside, yielding the floor to Ashton.
“Mr. Caldwell, do I look like an old man to you p>
I could see the question mark forming above Rexford’s head, and everyone else’s.
“Um, of course not, Mr. Laurent. You’re younger than me,” he added hurriedly, “but no less accomplished.” He chuckled. “If you’re considered old, what does that make me, a corpse? Haha.” The joke fell flat.
Ashton said, “I don’t think I’m old either. But someone did just call me an ‘old man p>
Rexford looked utterly baffled. “Mr. Laurent, what do you mean p>
Ashton’s gaze slid over to me, a small, knowing smile playing at his lips. “Someone just said my wife married an old man. Not just old, but also broke. And a nobody. And picked up from the street p>
Ah, so he’d heard me and Violet.
How long had he been standing just outside the door, eavesdropping?
Rexford’s eyes followed Ashton’s to me. “This… this is Mrs. Laurent p>
Ashton stepped forward, took my hand, and gently pulled me up from my chair. That was when I realized, belatedly, that I was the only one still seated.
The only person whose jaw dropped lower than Rexford’s was Violet’s.
“Mr. Caldwell,” Ashton said, linking arms with me.
“Yes, Mr. Laurent?” Rexford stammered.
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“I’m beginning to think taking over the shares from you was a mistake p>
“W-what? Of course not! I mean, it’s a solid investment. It’s made reasonable returns for me over the years. Nothing staggering, of course, but the profit’s more than p>
“You didn’t tell me the company had such a toxic culture. Colleagues openly slandering each other over personal affairs during work hours? Can it really deliver the kind of performance you promised me p>
Rexford caught on quickly. “It’s just one employee, and one employee doesn’t represent Nyx Collective.” He jabbed a finger at Violet. “Oi, you there. Apologize to Mr. Laurent and Mrs. Laurent. Now p>
Violet finally stopped resembling a waxwork figure of herself. Her lips made a valiant effort, but her words came out silent.
Savannah, who’d come out of her office a minute ago, stepped in. “Mr. Laurent, Mr. Caldwell, apologies for the unfortunate incident. I’ll speak to Violet later and make sure she’s reprimanded properly. Let’s all move to the conference room, shall we p>
Rexford jumped in before Ashton could reply. “Yes, yes, Mr. Laurent, let’s go have a seat. I’ll show you the quarterly p>