This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

Chapter 796 Miscalculation

Upon receiving the document from Sonia, Daphne left with it, along with the thermos. After she left, Sonia leaned back in her chair. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, she was realizing how much Daphne had changed during this period. The Daphne from the past was stern, all business, and so devoid of facial expression as to be intimidating.

However, this Daphne was different. Not only was she no longer as strict and inflexible, but she had warmed and gentled to the point where she could even joke around with Sonia. A good example was a few minutes ago when she had dared to tease Sonia.

Moreover, it seemed like her sense of style had changed from before. Although the changes weren’t too obvious and she still wore the same old black-colored business suit and A-line skirt, she no longer wore heels and had switched them out for a pair of soft-soled shoes instead.

That said, Sonia wasn’t going to put too much thought into it. Perhaps Daphne had grown bored of heels and simply wanted to try out a new style. Even though Daphne didn’t often dress up, she was still a woman. And like many other women, she still wanted to look pretty sometimes.

With that thought in mind, Sonia shook her head with a small smile and picked up her cell phone to let Toby know that she was having someone deliver him stew. However, before she did so, she checked her Messenger to see if he had replied to her.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t. That alone showed her how busy he was during this period.

Sighing, she speedily tapped out a few words on the screen. After checking to make sure that there were no errors, she sent the message. And then, once it was sent, she exited the app and picked up her pen to begin working.

Meanwhile at the large factory under the Fuller Group banner, Toby finally finished inspecting the various workshops and departments in the plant. He then emerged through the front doors wearing a white protective suit.

The moment Tom saw Toby, he strode over. “President Fuller.”

to inspect the factory, he had been out and about handling the matter with Damon, and had only just managed to rush to the factory in time to wait for Toby

and tossing it to Tom, Toby asked, “Did

to explain things away. I’ve handed everything I heard over to the police, and the police have contacted the Business Investigation Department for arrests. They scared Damon’s lackeys so much that the lackeys naturally capitulated and confessed to everything Damon was doing. With the way this is going, Damon will be jailed for at least 10

member of the Fuller Group, I once hinted at him to keep in line and cede his place to the younger generation before he became hated by them, but he

that he wasn’t a good person, he would not say that he was a bad one. All along, he

these people minded their place, he could sometimes provide them with the highest honor. Yet, there were always people who assumed he was easily bullied and would pick on him in order to get things that

cold flashed through Toby’s eyes, and anyone who saw it would

Tom nodded in approval

shareholder, they didn’t even have to do anything

especially when what they held was nothing in comparison to what Toby did. Even if they got that bit of power, who would they

a fuss deserved the end they met with. By now, Damon was already 60. When he was released from prison, he would be 70, and his health would already have been wrecked by his stay.

but scorn for Damon and his gang,

the law this time, Damon made plans to sell his shares. The person he’s chosen is Wesley Barber. He wishes to incite Wesley’s greed and turn Wesley into his successor—your future antagonist,” Tom reported as

“He’s chosen the wrong person, then. Wesley would

on that front. Mr. Barber indeed would

the decades that he’s been a shareholder, let alone been as ambitious as Damon. Clearly,

year hoping you’ll buy his shares from him so that he can use the money to search for his own artistic spirit.” Pushing his glasses up his nose, Tom continued

still need him to be a figurehead. How could I let him go