Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1061: Headlines

Instead of celebrating, Stephen had to put down his glass of champagne to rectify or reduce their losses. While their stocks continued to drop, their phones rang nonstop. Those who had attended the ceremony also had to leave to meet others for help. But before they left, they never forgot to glare at Stephen. They all made sure he saw the look in their eyes.

In the CEO's department, papers were flying around amidst the chaos. Some people bumped into each other, causing even more papers to fly through the air and rain down on them. The same was happening across every department in the company, as emergency meetings were being held to address the situation.

It was a disaster-one that never occurred during Atlas's or even Charles's tenure.

People at Global Prime Logistics had always claimed they were just as busy as the CEO (Atlas), but only today did they realize they had been slacking off. Even those in the CEO's department, who had stayed behind, couldn't believe the amount of work Atlas and Allen had been doing for the company.

This was just the worst.

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Hours later...

Stephen threw himself on the couch, loosening his tie before moving forward to pour himself a glass of whiskey. As he watched the whiskey filling the glass, his face soured, and he kept pouring until it was almost full.

One little sip wasn't enough. He needed an entire glass-heck, a pint would be better at this point!

"Hah!" he huffed, hissing in satisfaction as the alcohol slid down his throat. "God damn that Charles Bennet!"

Stephen gripped the glass tightly, about to throw it at the wall when he stopped himself. Getting worked up wasn't worth it... freewebnovel.com

CLANG!

the glass in his hand had shattered against the wall and

him..." he breathed, resting his arm on his leg and pinching the bridge of his nose.

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to appear as greedy as possible in their eyes to convince them he

just like Stephen, Charles and his children had to act in a way that would make their actions believable to the enemies. They had to retaliate to convince the enemies that the family had truly fallen

of our plan,' he told himself, still massaging his nose. 'But still, do they have to act

teeth. "How dare they... steal almost half of our clients? That bastard-ah, goodness. I feel like I might have a heart attack at

regular checkup not long ago. Otherwise, the anxiety and stress would've

Knock knock.

massaged his brows, a knock came from

glass Stephen's assistant was about the same age as he and Charles, and

me another glass," he grumbled. "I'm throwing that against the wall,

woman placed the glass on the short table and straightened her back. "Sir, our stocks are already back up, thanks

dismissively. "Enough with that. Go. Leave

need more, let me know before I go,

pushing himself back against the couch. "Right. Call my wife

"I already did."

as if Charles's face were plastered there. "Before you leave, make a poster of Charles and paste it on the wall. At least there's someone I

politely. "If

simply waved dismissively. But before his secretary left, she placed a tablet on the corner

asked, only to see her

the news, I've already saved the article," she replied. "Don't worry, sir. I've changed the device's cover, so even if you throw it at the wall, it