Revenge After Death

Chapter 245

When Steven and I arrived at the Lincoln Group, there were still some employees causing a

ruckus.

The Lincoln Group is a reputable, public–listed company. Don’t we have anyone else to run the show aside from a retard? Even if something’s happened to the chairman, we need to have someone capable to take over!”

“Exactly! What right does a retard have to manage the company?”

“Not only is he a psycho, but he’s also an illegitimate son. He has no right to manage the company!”

Their words were nasty; someone had obviously put them up to this. Well, it made sense. The dark side of mankind was always amplified when its interest was involved. If Martin could promise them good things, they could slander someone who’d never harmed them

without blinking an eye.

“Why didn’t a psycho like him die in that accident? Why did Mr. Andy have to die?”

“I heard that he brings bad luck to everyone he’s around.”

“I heard that even the fire at the welfare home didn’t manage to kill him!”

expression darkened. I looked at the person who’d

hands around Steven’s ear, whispering, “Follow Mr. Bart

me obediently, not wanting

“Be good.”

people who were protesting. Then, I

people were some of the company’s senior executives, and they held important positions. They were positive that they wouldn’t be fired because there wouldn’t be anyone to replace them at such short notice.

the person in the lead

Lincoln Group’s president’s wife,” I

Mr. Lincoln Senior may be down, but that doesn’t mean it’s up to a paycho to take over as the company’s president. And you, the so–called president’s wife, don’t have the right to throw your weight around here,” the man said

then?” I smiled.

time. Get Mr. Bart and Mr. Steven out

stuff, seeing as you’re the one leading this. How much will the people with

Lincoln Group isn’t short on staff, so you guys don’t need to go

you have to fire us? Who the hell do

job. Why would I keep you around if you’re

forward, pointing at me as he started arguing with me. I decided to take a leaf out of Steven’s book–I stepped forward, then quickly plopped myself down onto the

pain, “Why did you

are you talking