Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245 

When Steven and I arrived at the Lincoln Group, there were still some employees causing a 

ruckus. 

The Lincoln Group is a reputable, public–listed company. Don’t we have anyone else to run the show aside from a retard? Even if something’s happened to the chairman, we need to have someone capable to take over!” 

“Exactly! What right does a retard have to manage the company?” 

“Not only is he a psycho, but he’s also an illegitimate son. He has no right to manage the company!” 

Their words were nasty; someone had obviously put them up to this. Well, it made sense. The dark side of mankind was always amplified when its interest was involved. If Martin could promise them good things, they could slander someone who’d never harmed them 

without blinking an eye. 

“Why didn’t a psycho like him die in that accident? Why did Mr. Andy have to die?” 

“I heard that he brings bad luck to everyone he’s around.” 

“I heard that even the fire at the welfare home didn’t manage to kill him!” 

My expression darkened. I looked at the person who’d spoken last. “Steve…” 

I tiptoed and cupped my hands around Steven’s ear, whispering, “Follow Mr. Bart upstairs.” 

He looked at me obediently, not wanting to leave without me. 

“Be good.” 

He nodded reluctantly and followed Ewan away with his eyes lowered. I stood at the company’s entrance and gazed at the people who were protesting. Then, I walked over to them and asked, “What’s Martin offering you for you to riot here?” 

These people were some of the company’s senior executives, and they held important positions. They were positive that they wouldn’t be fired because there wouldn’t be anyone to replace them at such short notice. 

“Who are you?” the person in the lead asked. 

“My name’s Stephany Larson. I’m the Lincoln Group’s president’s wife,” I said. 

You? The president’s wife? Mr. Lincoln Senior may be down, but that doesn’t mean it’s up to a paycho to take over as the company’s president. And you, the so–called president’s wife, don’t have the right to throw your weight around here,” the man said arrogantly. He kept saying that Steven wasn’t worthy, 

“How about you take over, then?” I smiled. “Do you think you’re worthy?” 

His expression darkened. “Stop wasting our time. Get Mr. Bart and Mr. Steven out of here! We disagree with Mr. Steven being the company’s president!” 

“I bet you’ve been promised plenty of stuff, seeing as you’re the one leading this. How much will the people with you get, though? 

“The Lincoln Group isn’t short on staff, so you guys don’t need to go on strike. You’re fired,” I said, continuing to push the man’s buttons. 

“What right do you have to fire us? Who the hell do you think you are?” he roared. 

“I’m the president’s wife, that’s who. Besides, you’re disrupting the company’s daily operations by neglecting your job. Why would I keep you around if you’re not doing what you were hired for?” I glanced at the surveillance cameras in the lobby and shifted slightly. 

The man stormed forward, pointing at me as he started arguing with me. I decided to take a leaf out of Steven’s book–I stepped forward, then quickly plopped myself down onto the floor and clutched my belly. 

I cried out in pain, “Why did you have to do that?” 

The man was baffled. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t even touch you!”