Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian returned to his desk, lit a cigarette, and took a long puff. He then tapped on the desk with a slender finger, signaling the vice president to pass him the project document, which he proceeded to review then and there.

Several minutes later, he finished reading the report and tossed the document onto his desk.

“What’s the problem with what she said?”

“Pardon me, sir?”

Sebastian’s reaction was so different from his own, so much so that the vice president became baffled in an instant.

Sebastian leveled an icy glare at him. “The chairman wants to sell his company, but then he wants to own it too. How is that different from a whore claiming that she’s still a virgin? Telling him to take his GDP to Wall Street is a relatively polite comeback, in my opinion. If I were the one who answered that call, I would have told him to set his bloody factory and himself on fire!”

The vice president was certainly not expecting that.

For a full five seconds, he stared blankly at the foul-mouthed president before him. He was so flummoxed that he had forgotten what he wanted to say.

Is it really that serious?

It was merely a matter of letting the old owner become the new shareholder. This had happened in other companies too. So why did it become such a major issue here?

The vice president could not understand what was on Sebastian’s mind.

But if he had a deeper understanding of finance, he might get the gist of it. Allowing such behavior would be akin to approving the other party’s investment using alternate means. Due to their identity as the previous owner, according to the rules, they could have many rights as a shareholder after becoming one themselves. This was equivalent to putting old wine in a new bottle. Hence, what was the point of the acquisition in the first place?

vice president eventually

incident. He was perplexed as to how such an employee existed in their company. Who is this

wasn’t them, and they have no idea who it was

could be helpful to the company,” Sebastian instructed after listening to Luke’s

never spare

he incidentally spotted a piece of paper on his boss’ desk.

Mr. Hayes, what’s

out and

toward Luke when he

up his face

can write Jetroinian. At least, I haven’t seen you do it before.

when he realized that it was Jetroinian written on the scrap paper. He regarded his boss in

never written Jetroinian

there was little need for it. Moreover, few companies demanded the Hayes

piece of paper? More importantly, who had the guts to

to find that the words were beautifully written indeed. The handwriting was graceful yet unmistakably firm, as free-flowing as nature intended. Even the Jetroinian translator recruited by the company could not write the letters as neatly.

“Nikkawa-Gen? Acquisition?”

what do

when

received and answered here? Oh God! Who could it be? I most certainly wouldn’t do such a thing, and Mr. Hayes just returned to