Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 226

The executive was riding high on his proposal, feeling pretty smug, until he caught sight of Dylan setting the papers aside with an air of indifference.

"All done?"

"Yes, yes, I'm finished. I know you're busy, Mr. Dylan, so just leave it to me!"

Dylan called Aiden into the room.

Aiden, with a cheerful grin, adjusted his glasses and said, "You're fired."

The executive blinked, thinking he must have misheard. He straightened up, shifting his gaze between Aiden and Dylan.

Dylan didn't even look up, maintaining a cold and distant demeanor.

The executive's face flushed a deep red, his lips quivering slightly. "My recent projects have been quite profitable. We've made money on several. I'd like to know why this is happening."

Dylan set down his pen, pulled out a stack of reports, and replied in a flat tone, "You've been mixing personal expenses with company accounts."

he'd been discreet. Besides, it's like something of an unspoken rule. After all, he was using funds from partners, not exactly skimming off the company. He'd done

am I the one getting the

leaned back in his chair, his earlier good mood long gone.

from red to pale, still clueless about where he'd misstepped. Wasn't

towards the door. Head hanging low, the executive slowly made

the executive's abrupt departure. Changes at the helm of Ferguson Corporation were always a big deal, usually announced with

to the office, she caught wind of the gossip-an executive had been

had to be Dylan's decision, and

time, and she'd scheduled the revised contract to be delivered just then so Dylan would

to walk right into

before she could, Aiden was at her side. "Mr. Dylan wants to

phone aside and walked

her back. Just a minute ago, the contract had landed on Dylan's desk, now lying beside him. She knew it well, since she personally put together the

never moved this fast with anything else.

it was

And, sure enough.