CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Fine, it doesn't matter if you don't acknowledge me," William scoffed as he knocked Zoe unconscious and locked her in the attic. "Once I have money and power, anything I want will be just a word away." That evening, Nina and Nash's plane touched down. As they stepped out of the airport, they noticed something unusual.

The largest billboard nearby, which used to feature York Corporation's popular beauty products, had been replaced with a food advertisement. The change hadn't been authorized by Nash, and that wasn't right. Both of them exchanged a glance, realizing something was wrong in Birkham.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Just as Nina was about to speak, Nash's phone rang. It was Manager Wood from the Planning Department. He was one of the most loyal and long-standing employees at York Corporation. "Manager Wood, I was just about to call you. What's going on with the billboard outside the airport? Why was it changed?"

"Mr. York, we need to talk. Come to my house immediately. Everyone is here waiting for you," Manager Wood's voice was urgent.

Without further questions, Nash and Nina hailed a cab and rushed to Manager Wood's home. When they arrived, the study was packed with people, all of whom stood up the moment they saw Nash. "Mr. York," they all greeted him in unison.

Nash gestured for them to sit and asked, "What's going on? Just tell me."

He had a suspicion, but without concrete evidence, he couldn't be sure.

"William has bribed the company's financial officer, the head of procurement, and several key clients. Most of York Corporation is now under his control. We've been sidelined..." Manager Wood and the others detailed William's schemes, and it was far worse than they had imagined.

Nina frowned deeply. She had hoped for a few peaceful days after returning to Birkham, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen.

She sighed softly.

Nash moved closer to comfort her. "Don't worry. William can't stir up too much trouble. But with all this chaos at York Corporation, why hasn't Aunt Zoe stepped in to stop it?"

At that, everyone suddenly remembered Zoe.

Someone voiced their concern, "We've been getting pushed around at the company. Do you think something might have happened to Miss Zoe as well?"

Manager Wood quickly dismissed the idea. "William wouldn't go that far. He wouldn't harm her."

Speculation wouldn't get them anywhere, so Nash sent everyone home and decided to confront William himself.

The night was dark and foggy, and the villa's lights shone brightly. Inside, the sound of laughter echoed through the halls.

Nash pushed open the front door. Without acknowledging the couple on the sofa, he took a seat across from them. The woman, embarrassed, grabbed her clothes from the floor to cover herself and quickly hid behind William.

"Who is he, Mr. York?" the woman asked, addressing William as 'Mr. York.'

Nash raised an eyebrow, amused, as he waited for William's response.

William cleared his throat and, with a stern face, said, "Go upstairs. Don't come back down until I say so."

"A mere call girl, and yet you're acting so protective," Nash said with

a

Os he tossed his car keys

table and leaned back on

the sofa.

William, irritated, covered the

woman with his jacket and pushed

her toward the stairs. "Wait for me in the room, and don't come down without my permission."

The woman nodded quickly and disappeared.

Now, it was just the two of them in the living room. Nash made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, giving William time to get dressed.

"Bring out a bottle of red wine!" William barked, annoyed when Nash returned with only a beer.

Nash shot him a glare, and William, despite his irritation, stayed quiet.

"Keeping the red wine in the kitchen? Looks like you weren't all that as the big shot you used to be," Nash mocked.