BuzzNovelChapter 226
The executive was riding high on his proposal, feeling pretty smug, until he caught sight of Dylan setting the
papers aside with an air of indifference.
"All done?"
"Yes, yes, I'm finished. | know you're busy, Mr. Dylan, so just leave it to me!"
Dylan called Aiden into the room.
Aiden, with a cheerful grin, adjusted his glasses and said, "You're fired."
The executive blinked, thinking he must have misheard. He straightened up, shifting his gaze between Aiden and
Dylan.
Dylan didn't even look up, maintaining a cold and distant demeanor.
The executive's face flushed a deep red, his lips quivering slightly. "My recent projects have been quite
profitable. We've made money on several. I'd like to know why this is happening."
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Dylan set down his pen, pulled out a stack of reports, and replied in a flat tone, "You've been mixing personal
expenses with company accounts."
The executive's face turned crimson on the spot. He thought he'd been discreet. Besides, it's like something of
an unspoken rule. After all, he was using funds from partners, not exactly skimming off the company. He'd done
it before without any issues, but this time, he'd been caught.
"Everyone does this. Why am | the one getting the boot?"
Dylan leaned back in his chair, his earlier good mood long gone. "Unlike you, they know when to step back."
The executive's face went from red to pale, still clueless about where he'd misstepped. Wasn't he just trying to
lighten the company's load?
Aiden gestured towards the door. Head hanging low, the executive slowly made his exit, accepting his fate.
Rumors buzzed among the top-floor staff about the executive's abrupt departure. Changes at the helm of
Ferguson Corporation were always a big deal, usually announced with sfanfare. This time, though, it
happened out of the blue.
When Clara got to the office, she caught wind of the gossip-an executive had been shown the door?
She was taken aback. If it was a sudden move, it had to be Dylan's decision, and he must be in a foul mood right
now.
It was almost quitting time, and she'd scheduled the revised contract to be delivered just then so Dylan would
get it soon.
Was she about to walk right into trouble?
Clara was about to make a call to postpone the delivery, but before she could, Aiden was at her side. "Mr. Dylan
wants to see you." Aiden always seemed aloof when addressing her.
Clara set her phone aside and walked into the CEO's office.
The moment she stepped inside, she straightened her back. Just a minute ago, the contract had landed on
Dylan's desk, now lying beside him. She knew it well, since she personally put together the contract cover.
Damn, those people never moved this fast with anything else. Why did they have to deliver so promptly this
time?
Now that Dylan had called her in, it was clear she was in for a grilling.
And, sure enough.
Dylan tapped his fingers on the contract with a slight chuckle. "Does your family think Ferguson Corporation is
skind of joke?"
Clara felt even more uneasy. Dylan was clearly ticked off, using language like that.
"Mr. Dylan, | wasn't aware of this."
No sooner had she spoken than he narrowed his eyes. "But | heard this plan was your brainchild."
Damn you, Greysen!
Clara's mind raced for a solution, but no matter what excuse she thought of, the Bradford family's betrayal of
Dylan was undeniable. And here she was, still working for him. It was practically treachery.
For someone in Dylan's shoes, betrayal was likely the ultimate sin.
Her heart pounded with anxiety, but then she saw him set the contract aside. "Got plans for tonight?"
"What? Yes, yes, I'm free!"
She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but as she nodded eagerly, she thought she saw a flicker of
amusement in his eyes.
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