novelraw Chapter 850: Lydia Ingram Is About to Blow Her Top
Chapter 850: Lydia Ingram Is About to Blow Her Top
"That’s not necessary." Finn Morgan had his own plans.On the hospital bed, Melissa Merce’s breathing was weak, her face still pale, hands outside the covers, clasped across her chest, unknown if she could hear their conversation.
"Melissa, you must, must wake up." Hailey Hale looked at her, emphasizing, "Otherwise, your beloved man will completely belong to someone else!"
Saying that, she started eating bread and drinking milk again.
Finn Morgan squatted in front of her, affectionately touching her hair.
With her by his side, Finn Morgan felt very reassured; at least this night wouldn’t be so torturous.
Riventhal, the R-Alan Group was brightly lit at night.
In the CEO’s office, since afternoon, the atmosphere had been off.
Because the news of the nine ex-wives holding a press conference hadn’t been suppressed.
In just a few hours, the memes had been shared over a hundred million times.
Lydia Ingram was speechless with anger, her eyes like torches, bloodshot, and she wished she could tear those netizens apart!
"Useless fools! All of them useless fools!" He yelled, feeling utterly humiliated!
The minister of the public relations department behind him was trembling, having already uttered a heap of apologies, but with limited ability, only blaming the netizens for being too strong.
Joe, who had just submitted a thousand-word reflection paper, entered from the doorway, seeing the CEO in a fit of rage, was also terrified.
This afternoon he had endured plenty of scolding; now he feared he would be implicated again because he arrived at the wrong time.
"Two more hours for you!"
Lydia Ingram furiously ordered, "All the gossip about women must be cleaned up for me! Especially those memes!" It was something he couldn’t tolerate.
"Yes, CEO." The minister of public relations hung his head, not daring to breathe heavily.
"Get out!" Lydia Ingram was furious.
His subordinates saluted and quickly turned to leave, exchanging a glance with Joe as they passed by. Joe’s situation wasn’t much better.
Lydia Ingram was just about to leave work when he saw Joe and stopped his steps. The atmosphere slightly relaxed, but his expression was still cold.
Joe approached his boss with a heart full of apprehensions.
"What is it?" Lydia Ingram asked coldly.
Joe reported in a low voice, "CEO, President Usher might face a ten-year sentence; the amount of stolen jewelry is simply too big, but she hasn’t implicated you."
Lydia Ingram’s cold brow furrowed slightly.
"CEO..." Joe tentatively asked, "Won’t you save her?"
Thinking of Monica Usher, Lydia Ingram’s heart still had some ripples; after all, this woman was different from others, with a bit of fondness for her.
"Save." The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his face sober, "Although this thing is messed up, still have to save."
Joe also breathed a sigh of relief, fearing he’d choose not to save her in his anger.
After this anger subsides, would assign such a daunting task to him, making it difficult to save later.
Lydia Ingram wore a grim face, "But it can only be done secretly; I don’t want to be caught in this situation."
"Yes."
"Also, even if she’s saved, she can’t work for the company anymore." Lydia Ingram was troubled, "Just save her first!"
"Okay, I’ll handle it now." Joe bowed respectfully and quickly turned to leave.
Lydia Ingram slammed his fist hard on the office desk, his mood utterly foul.
Nighttime, Emerald Cove.
Here was a scene of bustling activity, the courtyard adorned with decorations, the moonlight bright.
A small celebration party invited the company’s designers, and some younger executives also came; tonight leaned more towards a family gathering, not too formal, and everyone was having a blast.
In the spacious courtyard, the long table was filled with red wine and food; everyone clinked glasses and drank wine, scrolling through Lydia Ingram’s memes on their phones, it was simply the happiest moment.
"I think the third wife is the prettiest."