Chapter 178
But now Lester was claiming he was the majority shareholder? Was this some kind of joke?
Lester took the chance to make a scene, grinning as he announced, “Hey! To be honest, Yves transferred all his shares to me a while ago. He knew he wasn’t fit to run Quigley Group as president-his health’s not great, and frankly, he’s not as capable as I am. In just a few months after he took charge again, the company lost hundreds of millions.”
The truth, of course, was the exact opposite. Lester was the one who’d lost that money. When he filled in as acting president, he’d gambled Quigley’s resources on a plot of land, hoping to develop a fancy new neighborhood. But before construction even began, a funeral home was built just half a mile away.
No one wanted to live that close to the dead-the living are superstitious, after all. The project was doomed before it started, and the land ended up abandoned.
As soon as Lester finished, the reporters were abuzz-some skeptical, others actually buying his story. After all, Yves was practically a business legend in Skyrim; a man who’d created myth after myth. How could he possibly have fallen over a single bad real estate deal?
A few reporters tried to press for more, but Lester wasn’t about to stick around. After officially announcing the opening of AQ Group, he slipped into his car and left.
Meanwhile, at Quigley Group headquarters.
Lindsay had taken the day off just to watch Lester make a fool of himself. She closed her tablet, glancing over at Yves, who was buried in work. “Lester’s left and, unless I’m mistaken, he’s probably on his way here right now. Can you believe the name of his new company? Honestly, if he had even half the talent to compete with Quigley Group, he wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Most of Lester’s startup money, she knew, had come from Althea, with a chunk from Zachary. Rumor had it he’d sunk billions into the venture, mostly in real estate.
Yves set down his pen and looked up. “The conference room’s ready. Now we just wait for Lester to show up.”
Yves was certain Lester had never actually read that so-called contract.
If he had, he wouldn’t be strutting
around like he owned the place. Like he owned the Yes couldn’t help but look forward to the moment when Lester finally saw the truth-what sort of face would he make then?
Suddenly, Lindsay’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Should I really go all out with this performance? Maybe I’ll go wait for Lester at the front entrance-give him a proper welcome.”
“If that’s what you want, go for it,” Yves replied calmly. “No matter how messy things get, I’ll be behind you.”
“Understood. I’ll go greet today’s clown myself.” Lindsay shot out of the office, quick as a flash.
She’d barely left when Cheryl rushed in, looking grim.
“Yves, it’s bad, Lindsay’s details have been posted on the dark web again. Last time the bounty was five million this time it’s up to eight Eight million, can you believe it? How much hatred does it take to spend that kind of money for someone’s life?”
Yves stayed eerily calm. “When was this posted?”
“Last night.”
He nodded. It wasn’t hard to guess who was behind it. The last time Lindsay’s bounty went up, it was
quickly pulled down again-backnet
then, she was still useful to
someone. But now? Lester thought hed gotten everything he wanted from her. She was expendable. Read complete versıon only at
“Post a hit on Lester,” Yves instructed quietly. “Twenty million.”