Long Ao Marvel

Instead of going home immediately after get off work, Lawrence Wilkins stayed at work for several hours to celebrate his impending victory.

Today is a special day. Ward Meacham contacted him privately, hoping to get his own severance package alone. For this reason, he would rather reduce the amount greatly, only 30 million is enough.

Severance pay is not a problem. As long as the Meacham family can be driven out of the company completely, any amount of money is acceptable. But what makes Wilkins unhappy is that he originally thought that Ward was the more difficult one among the siblings.

, I didn’t expect that he was the one who gave up first.

But it's okay, since my brother decided to withdraw first, I believe my sister won't be able to pull any more tricks.

God, these brothers and sisters have always taken care of each other. He saw it in his eyes. To be honest, he used to be very jealous. But now that he saw these two people willing to undermine each other for a little money, he couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart. He really couldn't see it.

Blinded.

As an old man of the Rand Group, he has enough qualifications and abilities to lead the company on the right path and gain more profits. However, the boss passed the inheritance rights to his two young people, which made him very unhappy. Unexpectedly

Not to mention that these two little kids are very talented in business, the group's performance in recent years has been good, which gave him no reason to have an attack.

But Danny Rand is back! As the only son of the company's founder, Wendell Rand, and the legal heir of the Rand Group, this guy is a complete layman on business. Since he became the major shareholder, he has made the company popular.

Floating and smoky!

Some people will never make 200,000 US dollars in their lifetime. Danny Rand, on the other hand, made a few random decisions and suffered a net loss of 2 billion US dollars!!

Damn, that’s 9 zeros! The legacy that the older generation worked so hard to build was enough for him to struggle through several times!

But it doesn’t matter, these hateful brats are going to get out soon, and the Rand Group from now on will belong to me, Lawrence Wilkins!

Thinking of this, the old black man became a little more excited, and the strength in his waist increased again. The blonde on the table made a sweet cat sound, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

Half an hour later, he returned to his office satisfied.

"Did you have sex with the assistant in the copy room again?"

The sudden voice startled Wilkins.

"What? Who is it!"

There was only one desk lamp turned on in the office, and he could barely see two dark figures on the other side of the sofa.

He quickly adapted to the darkness, but the sight that greeted his eyes caused him great fear, so much so that the documents in his hand fell to the ground and scattered into a pile, and he still didn't know: "...Harold?!

"

"Surprised to see me, I know."

"How... how is it possible for you?" Wilkins' eyes widened and he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Oh, it's a long story, and none of that matters now. Uh..." One of the black figures wanted to say something, but felt it was inconvenient, so he turned to the person next to him and said, "We have to talk alone.

, don’t let other people disturb us.”

The tall, dark figure next to him seemed to be a bodyguard. He immediately carried his bag and went out, and even closed the office door behind his back.

The room fell silent, except for the sound of Wilkins's huffing and puffing.

The dark shadow left behind said in a brisk tone: "Maybe you want to see the documents I put on the table."

Wilkins walked to the desk in a few steps, where a thin document was lying.

He picked it up and looked at it. Those documents were all bank statements, which clearly recorded his recent large transfers.

There was some sweat on his forehead, but he still pretended to be calm: "I...I don't understand."

"Don't pretend to be confused with me, of course you understand. Soliciting prostitutes, molesting subordinates, embezzling employee pensions, and transferring money to your private account in the Cayman Islands. Oh, Lawrence, what have you done over the years?

ah."

Wilkins felt his eyes were a little sore, so he stood up, took off his glasses and put them aside: "I don't know what this means, or...how is this possible?"

The dark shadow stood up and walked slowly towards him, and the light began to illuminate his face.

Harold Meacham was still the same as Wilkins remembered him from decades ago, and it seemed that he had not changed at all.

No, it's not completely unchanged.

Eyes, yes, those were his eyes, straight and emitting a crazy light. They were no longer human eyes, but more like two gray-blue flames that wanted to burn everything in front of them.

"Of course it's for the legacy." Harold grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, "The legacy I left in the company."

"What? I... don't understand..."

"If you think it's so easy to kick my children out of the company and take for yourself the results that our family has worked hard for two generations to achieve, then you are sadly mistaken." Haro

De sat down across the table from Wilkins.

Wilkins suddenly realized a problem, that is, from a legal perspective, Harold was dead. He did not enjoy all rights in the world, no shares, no control, and even no way to call the police, because as long as he showed up,

In front of the public, he will be prosecuted for serious fraud first.

This reality suddenly gave Wilkins the courage to fight against him.

"You are blackmailing and you will not succeed!" He shouted angrily.

"Yeah, of course not, because I didn't even think about blackmailing you. I came here to talk about our children - and what we owe them as fathers." Harold croaked.

Laughing, the sound is like a night owl.

Wilkins became more and more courageous. He no longer planned to tangle with this person any more. Maybe the person in front of him was just a liar who looked very similar to Harold. He didn't know where he got the money, and he was going to take advantage of it.

Come to blackmail him at night.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the phone on the table and prepared to call the security guard downstairs.

"...It's really hard work. You think we didn't send them away and tell them the company would be doing routine maintenance tonight? Come on, Lawrence, use your brain."

The phone line must have been cut, and Wilkins couldn't hear any tone on the phone.

He finally realized that today's matter was not that simple, and after slowly calming down, he decided to wait and see what would happen.

"Now can we talk?" Harold Meacham adjusted a comfortable position on the sofa, "I said we all agree that our children and their lives are the most important, and that's right, right?

?”

"...I guess so."

"Have you ever thought about what impact it will have on the children when you are disgraced and like a street rat and everyone shouts about beating you? How will they be bullied, or be chased by the media, unable to hold their heads up all the time?

"

As Harold was talking, he saw a small photo frame on Wilkins' table and reached out to take it: "Oh, by the way. Look, your little Michael."

In the photo, a black boy who looks like a teenager, wearing glasses, is smiling shyly at the camera.

With fire in his eyes, Wilkins pointed at Harold's nose and shouted, "Don't get him involved!"

"No problem. He is already fragile enough. There is no cure for bipolar disorder, haha. Ah, I know, I know, I know what it feels like to have a troubled son."

Wilkins couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the photo away.

Harold clapped his hands and put on his trademark toothy smile: "You see, we have too much in common. So I think it is necessary to come over and show you a simpler way."

"What is it? I'm listening." Wilkins leaned his head on the back of the chair and sighed. He was ready to accept the reality. He couldn't afford to offend this lunatic.

"You have to kill yourself."

Wilkins didn't expect to hear such an answer just when he was about to give in. This made him feel that he had been fooled. Anger rushed to his forehead in an instant, and his ears were pounding with boiling blood.

"Oh, yes!" He tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to burst out, and replied hoarsely.

But Harold was completely unaware of Wilkins' change, and still said to himself: "It's very simple, you just need to do it. A powerful man, overwhelmed by life and work,

You die a tortured hero and none of this will come to light."

Wilkins roared: "You'd better get out of here! I don't know what your plot is, but I can tell you right now, I will never..."

"Really? You

Want them to see the real you?”

"I don't give a fuck!!"

"That's so sad, because a father's first responsibility is to his children..." The dangerous light in Harold's eyes grew brighter, the pale skin on his face wrinkled, and his expression became extremely ferocious, "It is to create a beautiful enough place.

Let them live in lies forever."

Before Wilkins could react, Harold quickly took out the pistol from his inner pocket, pointed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Bright red blood and white brains spattered from the back of Lawrence Wilkins' head, smearing on the wall and oil painting behind him.

The bodyguard just pushed open the door and walked in.

"How long will it take for the system to restart?" Harold looked as if nothing had happened, as if he had just crushed an ant to death.

"2 minutes and 30 seconds."

Harold immediately stood up and threw the pistol to the bodyguard: "Be sure to clean off the fingerprints and gunpowder residue on the pistol as soon as possible. I have to leave quickly."

After saying that, he opened the office door and walked out.

"Oh, by the way. Where is the woman?"

The bodyguard tilted his neck and said nothing, but his meaning was very clear.

"It's so cruel. The fish in the East River are blessed tonight. That's a big beauty."

Harold closed the door with a click.

The news that Lawrence Wilkins committed suicide soon spread throughout the New York financial circle. As a well-known business tycoon in New York, Wilkins' death caused a great shock, and major newspapers rushed to report on it.

, coupled with the fact that Danny Rand, the son of the president of the Rand Group, was just caught manufacturing and selling drug pins a few days ago, this series of negative news instantly pushed the company to the forefront.

The board of directors exploded that day. Without the leadership of the Meacham brothers and sisters, and without the support of Wilkins, no one could be found with enough reputation and ability to unite people.

After receiving their own incriminating photos one morning, they were all frightened and became headless chickens. They discussed it for several days without making any progress.

As a last resort, they invited back the brother and sister who had been driven away before to discuss countermeasures.

The remuneration is certainly sufficient.

Returning to this conference room again, he was in two completely different moods. Joey looked at these obedient executives in front of him, not to mention how happy he felt.

"Unfortunately, I have heard rumors in the company that Lawrence Wilkins has committed suicide and this matter has now spread. This is an emergency situation and we must respond, and we have been in recent times.

Deeply mired in controversy - Danny's case, my brother's and my resignation, and now this. As the media continues to report, our stock will surely plummet further unless..." Joey put his eloquence to full use.

, "You think you can reinstate the man who once led the Rand Group to create historic profits and bring order to the chaos. Let Wall Street and the world see that we are restoring stability."

"The reason why Wilkins committed suicide will be discussed a lot. At this time, the Rand Group should show our power to eliminate those fears. The Meacham family can save the overall situation, and we have this ability."

She stopped walking, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, leaned forward, and looked at everyone present with bright eyes: "The fact is, you need us!"

The members of the board of directors looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the newly elected chairman Ms. Kelly Moran spoke: "I hereby propose that the Meacham brothers and sisters... and Mr. Rand be reinstated."

Position."

"I second the motion."

"Second."

"Full support."

"I support it."

"support."

...

Joy Meacham's hands on the back of the chair could not help but tremble slightly. She took a deep breath and raised her neck.

This is a pleasure that I have never tried before. It feels so good to have these idiots in the palm of my hand.

In the photos on the wall of the conference room, her father and Uncle Wendell had satisfied smiles on their faces, as if they were both looking at her.

Dad, have you seen? I can actually be a qualified person in power!

She suddenly fell in love with this feeling of being superior. Is this what a president feels like?