Desmond was speechless.
His usually composed expression was starting to crack.
Shareholders were equally at a loss for words.
"What on earth? Do you even hear yourself right now?" they thought.
Their expressions were a sight to behold, all eyes on Lucas, waiting to see what else he might say.
On the other end of the line, Aveline fell silent.
Did she hear him right? Did he just say he was being bullied?
Wasn't he usually the one doing the bullying?
With a calm tone, she replied, "It seems like you're fine, so I'm going to hang up now."
"There is something, really!" Lucas quickly insisted, trying to keep her on the line. "After this incident, the executives at Tudor Group are holding a board meeting. They want to remove me from my position and send me packing. I'm about to be unemployed!" Shareholders were speechless.
This was getting more and more ridiculous.
Aveline paused for a moment and said, "This process sounds oddly familiar."
Wasn't this exactly how things went with DK Group?
And what happened then?
Then he went and pulled a major move, seizing control of Tudor Group right from under their noses.
Lucas replied, "This time it's different from last time. I'm actually out of a job. How about you take care of me?"
Aveline said, "I can't afford to."
Lucas responded, "You can. I'm very low maintenance."
Shareholders really didn't know what to say.
This was too much to bear. They couldn't listen to this any longer.
What on earth was going on?
Noticing their stares, Lucas slowly turned his gaze toward them, giving them a sweeping look.
He asked in a cool, languid tone, "What are you looking at? Don't any of you have wives to call you?"
Aveline was speechless.
The shareholders fell silent again.
When Aveline realized that Lucas was still in the middle of a meeting, yet wasting time whispering sweet nonsense to her, her cheeks grew warm.
She quickly hung up the phone.
Lucas stared at his phone, his brows knitting together in a slight frown, clearly displeased. His gaze shifted back to the shareholders, now carrying a colder edge. "Continue," he said curtly, his tone now filled with obvious irritation.
A stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
Desmond glanced at Lucas' stern expression, unable to help but think that if the shareholders hadn't been staring at him while he was on the phone, his mood might have been much better.
After all, it was a call from his wife, and she was concerned about him!
Even though they were about to get divorced... Lucas seemed determined to win her back.
The conference room fell silent for a moment. Finally, Mark broke the quiet, saying, "It seems that you and your wife are very close, Lucas."
Lucas' expression remained cold. "Of course. My wife cares about me deeply, unlike yours, who's run off more times than anyone can count." "You...!"
Mark's face immediately darkened.
He had a reputation for flings, even
at his age, always falling for a new
one, leading to a string of ex-wives.
Lucas comment had clearly hit a
Lucas
nerve, coming off as nothing short
of a retaliatory strike.
Mark looked over at his assistant, his eyes questioning.
The assistant, nervous, leaned over and whispered, "Mr. Lewis, Madam Yvonne declined your invitation."
"What?"
Mark's face shifted, glancing back at Lucas, trying to control his emotions.
He lowered his voice, "Did she give a reason for refusing?"
The assistant replied, "Madam Yvonne said she needs to take care of the former chairman and is unwilling to leave his side. She also mentioned she doesn't have the energy or the interest to manage the Group's affairs."
Mark's expression grew more serious.
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