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."

After all, he was using funds from partners, not exactly skimming off the company. He'd done it before without any

does this. Why am I the one

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

where he'd misstepped. Wasn't

the door. Head hanging low, the

abrupt departure. Changes at the helm of Ferguson Corporation were always a big deal,

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

to be Dylan's decision, and he must

and she'd scheduled the revised contract to be delivered

to walk

to make a call to postpone the delivery, but before she could, Aiden was at her side. "Mr. Dylan wants

her phone aside and walked into the

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 contract

moved this fast with anything else. Why did they have to

Dylan had called her in, it was

And, sure enough.