Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After Wesley's blunt words, the two brothers standing beside him instantly grasped the gravity of the situation. Dylan, the eldest son who harbored a strong dislike for Nicholas, said with agitation, "Perfect, we've got a scapegoat. Let Nicholas take the fall." Reagan, who had painstakingly built his core team, naturally wasn't willing to sacrifice a member. "He won't do. If we push him out as soon as he joins the company, who would dare to switch to our company after this?"

Both brothers had their reasons, and the debate was giving old Mr. Walker a headache. "AJ, handle this."

Both men looked anxiously at Wesley, dreading he might sacrifice one of their own.

Wesley gazed into Reagan's eyes with authority, "Andre, either Nicholas takes the rap, or you do. Any high-level executive knows too much about the company. If negotiations fail, it could lead to a mutiny. Nicholas is new; he knows nothing. He's the perfect candidate. Besides, you brought him in with a fat salary, and this mess is what we get in return. Why should I keep him?"

Reagan's eyes widened, "AJ, he's a good asset."

"A talent that can be lured away with a high salary is not loyal. We can't have disloyal people here." Wesley understood Reagan's reluctance to speak up. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Soon after, old Mr. Walker's office called Nicholas to come upstairs.

Clueless Nicholas entered saying, "Mr. Walker, sirs, I apologize, but this incident really has nothing to do with me."

Wesley poured a glass of red wine and handed it to the visibly shaken Nicholas. "Did you know Cedillo Inc. has blacklisted you and your team?"

Nicholas looked up abruptly, then nodded in defeat. He knew. He hadn't realized that the order came directly from the president at Eldoria headquarters. Any company tied to Cedillo Inc. worldwide was forbidden to hire him and his team. This meant that if they couldn't make it in this country, they'd be outcasts everywhere.

Cedillo Group focused on big projects, partnering with international conglomerates. Andre's order was akin to a dead end for Nicholas and his team, leaving them no escape, no choices.

Now, their only option seemed to be the Walker Corporation.

"If you leave Walker Corporation, your team will despise you, your family will resent you, and you'll never advance. Have you thought about that?" Wesley asked.

Nicholas had gone from a position of choice to one of coercion.

what

bars for a lifetime of stability. What do

shock, realizing they were pushing

it over and answer me. You can leave Walker Corporation now. You have a day to decide, of course you can refuse. Then, you

piece, Wesley drained his glass and

Nicholas tried to return to Cedillo Group's overseas branch, hoping

colleagues only said, "An

the Cedillo Inc. employees

neighborhood, a man sat huddled in a corner. His hair was unkempt, his beard unshaven, looking like a nondescript beggar, but the real-time international news on his phone suggested otherwise. If not for the scabs on his hands, nobody would

used a burner phone to contact Jillian overseas. "Opportunity has

...

Eldoria, at

call,

They're stuck at Walker Corporation-heard some got demoted to janitors. Walker Corp lost billions. Old Mr. Walker had to sell his private estate to cover the debts." Andre: "I'll

"... Yes, President!"

satisfaction and awe at the president's

Andre issued new orders, and then he heard a knock on the door, followed

the doorway, "Honey,

the child down the stairs to the

another devastating blow to the Walker family, old Mr. Walker, despite his age, had to swallow his rage. But when Andre spitefully bought his beloved estate, the old man lost his temper in his study like he hadn't in decades. "Andre!"

humiliation, if not avenged, would be a

Jillian,

Walker Corporation several times before, but the Walker family had always turned her away. This time, as usual, the receptionist responded with the canned reply, "Miss, you can't come in without an

touch with Mr. Walker for me? Just say I know Andre, known him since I

on Andre. But the contact had gone dark, unreachable after several attempts. In a rage, Mr. Walker even threw his own phone across