Chapter 143 A Flight for What’s Mine
Through the TV screen, across the ocean, it was as if Henry was staring right at Wendy.
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At the hospital, Chase and Bernard were also watching the show, an exclusive interview with Henry.
They exchanged glances.
“This just got complicated.”
After everything the Moses Group had done, illegal and criminal, and yet Henry had managed to escape unscathed, Waylon hadn’t been able to shut the group down. That said everything about Henry’s abilities and methods.
We are really about to go head–to–head with someone like that.
“I told you, Henry’s not a good guy. In fact, he goes by the name Alphard abroad. Bernard said.
Chase fell into his thoughts.
Good or bad, it didn’t matter. What mattered was not letting him get anywhere near Wendy.
Both international and domestic headlines had exploded at once.
Hector immediately suspected that Caesar was behind the incident.
To have something like this happen in my own hotel, how could business continue?
Caesar hadn’t officially moved into the Typhoon Corp office yet. He was still dealing with things from the study of the family estate. He and Mario would be moving back to Goldenville in a few days.
Bang.
The study door flew open. Caesar’s sharp eyes shot up instinctively. Jack was tangled up with Hector at the door.
Jack turned quickly and said, “Sorry, Mr. Caesar. I couldn’t stop him.”
“That’s all right,” Caesar waved him off.
Hearing that, Jack let go of his grip. Hector stormed into the study and walked straight up to Caesar’s desk. He slammed both hands down and glared at him from above.
Caesar, calm and unperturbed, was the perfect contrast to Hector’s anger.
“Uncle, why so angry this early in the afternoon?”
Hector growled through clenched teeth, “This was you doing, wasn’t it?”
Caesar clasped his hands under his chin. “Which one are you referring to?”
Not just the Light Loc Hotel; there had been many. Ever since I had taken back control of the family, every hit that came their way had my fingerprints on it.
And now I sat there, openly confronting Hector, daring him to ask, What position, what authority do you have to question me?
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Chapter 143 A Flight for What’s Mine
It had always been mine.
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It was the Meyer family parasites who had stolen it from me, who had forced me to suffer before I finally returned to take what was rightfully mine.
“Caesar, do you really have to go this far?”
“Hector,” Caesar said slowly, his eyes glittering with a dangerous calm, “you were the one who made the first move. I’m just returning the favor. Don’t take it so personally.”
Hector’s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white against the desk. His gaze was as sharp as blades, almost cutting into Caesar.
Finally, Hector backed down.
“What do you want?”
“Now that’s a proper negotiating tone,” Caesar leaned back and gestured to the seat across from him. “You know as well as I do that the Light Loc Hotel was founded by my father. I happen to be quite the filial son. I don’t want to see what my parents built fall into someone else’s hands. So I want the Light Loc Hotel.”
“Impossible!” Hector jumped up as soon as he sat down. “You already have Typhoon Corp. Light Loc Hotel is nothing compared to that. Why would you want it?”
Caesar’s expression turned cold. “Even if I tear it down the day I take it, the Light Loc Hotel must be mine. Everything my parents left me is mine.”
Seeing Hector grit his teeth, Caesar relented slightly.
“I’m not completely heartless. Don’t you still own that parts company on the brink of collapse? I’ll give you financing. Make it one of the top five in the country. How’s that?”
Since seeing the report on Alphard, Wendy had been distracted. Sammy knocked for a long time without an answer. Thinking she had fallen asleep, she quietly pushed open the door, only to see Wendy sitting in the chair, lost in thought.
She carefully placed the lunch box on the desk. “Ms. Quinn, Mr. Goodman had lunch sent over.”
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The word “Mr. Goodman” snapped Wendy out of her daze.
She rubbed the corners of her tired eyes. Her slender fingers tapped on the desk, and Sammy, noticing the cue, stepped forward to ask, “You’ve been pretty drained lately. Should I schedule a massage? I checked Ms. Lemon’s calendar; there’s an opening at 3. You could go together.”
It wouldn’t hurt to catch up with Lemon anyway.
Wendy nodded, and Sammy went off to arrange it.
Since the two companies were allies, their secretarial teams communicated most. In order to coordinate the partnerships and maintain close ties between their bosses, the assistants had a lot to do.
First, there was cooperation between the companies.
The second was managing personal schedules, making sure the right people saw each other when they
