After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

He was extremely arrogant, his confidence overflowing with an almost unbearable swagger. The expressions on the faces of the shareholders weren't looking good, but despite his audacity, there was nothing they could do. They had initially thought they could persuade him to resign, but it was clear that this approach was not going to work.

Now, who could possibly rein him in?

Frederick was already paralyzed by a stroke, Yvonne did not involve herself in anything, and Barbara had grown senile.

At this point, no one could control Lucas.

Mark was initially intimidated by the aura surrounding Lucas but quickly recovered, narrowing his eyes as he stared at him. "Lucas, you're really quite arrogant, aren't you? Do you honestly think there's nothing I can do about you?" Lucas raised a sharp brow slightly. "Oh? What exactly does Mr. Lewis plan to do?"

Mark replied in a cold voice, "The Tudor Group needs a qualified and responsible person to lead it, and you are not that person."

Lucas looked at him with a faint, mocking smile. "It seems Mr. Lewis already has a suitable candidate in mind. Who might that be?"

Mark sneered. "You'll find out soon enough!"

With that, he turned and walked away, followed by the other shareholders.

Desmond, standing nearby, took the opportunity to speak up, "Mr. Tudor, the PR department has prepared an emergency response plan regarding the online controversy. Would you like to take a look?" Lucas responded coolly, "No need."

seemed to have anticipated his response and didn't bother to pick up

Fletcher's side has sent a message. The people overseas have already detained

however, replied, "The person behind all this hasn't been found yet. Everything is still

his phone and noticed a missed call

"Hello?"

call connected, and Aveline's soft, gentle voice

spoke, "You don't need to worry about the online matters. They

this, Aveline

long as everything is

over the phone, Lucas could sense the shift in her emotions. A smile tugged at the corners of his

am worried about you. I'm worried you

of Lucas' smile took on a hint of bitterness. "Don't worry, I promised you,

the sky had

just a month away from New Year. If they hadn't divorced, he and

took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it between his lips, squinting slightly as the pale smoke spirated upward. The call didn't end immediately, but

came through, "It's getting late; I should get some