Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 232

"Mr. Butler, I need you to give me a fair judgment here."

Malcom was practically in tears, and Nelly quickly joined in, her voice sharp. "Effie is really out of line this time. She's just the team lead-does that give her the right overrule you? How can she just kick someone off the team without your say-

so?"

Of course, Mr. Butler knew exactly what sort of underhanded games the two of them had been playing behind the scenes. Still, he wasn't about to let on. Sometimes it paid to keep your cards close to your chest.

Truth be told, he'd been looking for an excuse to get rid of Effie for a while now. Talented people were a dime a dozen, but someone like Effie-cocky after a few successes, always refusing to take orders—well, the sooner she was gone, the better.

"I'll have a word with her," Mr. Butler said, his tone grave. "She'll get a warning." Just then, his office phone rang.

It was a call from the executive office. Apparently, Mr. Randell was in the building today and wanted to hold a meeting himself to hear how the project was progressing.

"Yes, understood. I'll have the project manager prepare right away," Mr. Butler replied, hanging up with an unreadable look in his eyes.

He turned to Malcom and Nelly. "This might be our chance to drag Effie down for good. But you'll need to follow my lead. Here's what we'll do..."

Butler was using someone else's authority to do

this time, they'd finally be able to

*

Lyman stood up

to ask to know what Lyman was up to, but he played

coolly. "I want to see if the

so serious, but who

the boss. Surely you don't need to micromanage

a frosty look. "Does it matter to

patience, and if he pushed any further, he'd probably find himself kicked

always the hands-on leader. The employees must love you," Randell joked, then made

*

didn't take long for Lyman and Randell to

in together, a hush fell over the room.

Randell seemed amused, knowing full well that

more than a thinly veiled