This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

“And exactly what are we proceeding with here?” Asher raked his fingers through his hair, frustration bubbling up in him as he snapped, “Spread the memo and have everyone place this on hold for now. The last thing we need is for her to find out about this.”

“Yes, sir,” the assistant responded with a nod before he respectfully retreated out of the room.

Now that he was alone in the office once again, Asher shoved everything off his desk in a fit of rage, his face and neck turning crimson as his blood boiled.

He had initially planned on using Charles as a scapegoat by luring Charles into making a critical mistake in Paradigm Co. during Sonia’s absence. That way, he would finally have an excuse to force Sonia into surrendering her authority over the company.

After all, Charles’ supervisory role in Paradigm Co. was only good on paper; it would be more accurate to say that he was an outsourced assistant.

For her to delegate control over the company to an outsourced assistant like him would definitely get on the nerves of the board of directors, who were constantly wary of his presence and so-called management.

With the existing animosity toward Charles, it would only take a slight mistake on his part for the company to turn against Sonia for her apparent lack of judgment. If that came to pass, Asher could easily demand to have her share of control over the company.

However, just as Asher was about to set the plan into motion, Sonia’s abrupt return stymied it.

Now that she was back, Charles would no longer have a reason to stay in Paradigm Co. as her substitute, thereby rendering Asher’s plan completely redundant!

As things were, Asher would have to wait for the next suitable moment to come around before he could plan on taking down Sonia.

Meanwhile, Sonia was back in her office, completely unaware of his antics and how her return had hampered his schemes. She yanked her swivel chair out and took a seat before she placed her purse on the desk.

Daphne, on the other hand, was standing across the room with a folder in her arms as she greeted pleasantly, “Welcome back, President Reed.”

“Thank you,” Sonia replied with a quick smile as she opened her laptop.

“Oh, by the way, President Reed, Miss Harper from the finance department has tendered her resignation this morning,” Daphne informed dutifully while she produced the letter from her folder and handed it over to Sonia.

Sonia took it and said, “I already know about Rebecca’s resignation; she called me this morning, as a matter of fact. For the time being, I’d like you to step in to manage the finance department until further notice.”

President Reed,” Daphne answered while closing the

with her signature as a sign of acceptance and returned it to Daphne, Sonia added, “Also, I need you to drop by human resources later and have them see

within the company either, at least not while Asher’s supporters were still roaming around in the departments. She couldn’t guarantee that whoever she chose to assume the duties

could only hunt among those in the industry to take over Rebecca’s place. She hoped to poach someone qualified, but in the event it was impossible, she would

turn out, she was determined not to allow any one of Asher’s supporters to become the next head of finance. As long as it concerned a position as crucial

well, President Reed,” Daphne agreed with

and began to sift through it. “Well,

that, Daphne

on her desk. She wrapped up work earlier than usual that afternoon

of First Hospital, Toby let out a dry

lights aggressively greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes. It wasn’t until after a while that he

was smoking outside the hospital room, but when he heard sounds from the other side of the door, he froze. Then, he snubbed out the remaining half of his cigarette and tossed it away before hurrying

in surprise when he saw that the man lying on the

to glance at

was undeniable relief and happiness in his voice as he continued, “This is

frown, clearly bewildered that he was unconscious for so long. All he remembered was that he ran a temperature after spending the night in the cave. He felt his body temperature rising at midnight and it seemed to have worsened before he finally passed out. However,

weak? He gravely pursed his lips, obviously upset by how feeble he was. While gripping the sheets beneath him, he started to prop himself

“Don’t move, President Fuller, or the wounds on your back will tear open. More importantly, you need to be on bed rest until your internal

organs?” Toby narrowed his eyes.

I should be the one explaining it since I’m

looked over

up in such a quiet manner that neither Toby nor Tom noticed him. At the current moment, Tim was currently toying with his scalpel as he leaned against the

“There were signs of blunt force trauma to your body. You sustained wounds on your back, but that’s the least of your worries, I’m afraid.

he almost instinctively placed his hand on top of his chest. “What’s wrong with

“Your heart—”