NovelPdf"Sir." Sheryl immediately stood and greeted Justin respectfully as he entered the room.
"What are you doing here?" Justin's cold gaze swept over her as he strolled leisurely to the couch and sat down.
Sheryl quickly explained, "I received a parcel for you from the administrative secretary half an hour ago. I thought it might be something important, something you wouldn't want too many people to handle. So, I waited for you to return and open it personally." "A parcel?" Justin frowned.
Why would anyone send him a parcel to Beckett Group, of all places? How strange.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSheryl presented the parcel to him with both hands. He took it from her and then opened it right before her.
After removing three layers of wrapping, each from outside and inside the box, the parcel turned out to contain only a plain white envelope. His expression darkened. It felt like someone was toying with him.
Then, he looked down and opened the envelope, which contained a stack of photographs. Pinching a corner with his fingers, he pulled the photographs out of the envelope slowly.
In an instant, his eyes widened, and all color drained from his usually composed face.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay?" Sheryl inquired in a concerned voice when she noticed that Justin looked emotionally disturbed.
"Get out," Justin growled through clenched teeth.
"But, you-" "I said, get out." Sheryl shuddered in fright and scurried out of Justin's office.
Once outside, she turned to glance at the heavy door, her mind racing. Justin's outburst had been terrifying-and utterly out of character. What could he have seen to provoke such a reaction? Meanwhile, Justin was looking through the photographs in his office one by one. Every single photo was getting crumpled as rage boiled within him.
The pictures showed a young boy, battered and bloodied, confined in a filthy dog cage. Surrounding the cage were men-laughing, mocking, and mercilessly beating the boy.
Justin recognized them instantly-the five brutal kidnappers who had once followed Gustav's orders. And the boy in the cage? It was him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe noble, gentlemanly CEO of Beckett Group had once been that broken child.
His vision blurred as his eyes turned bloodshot. His fists clenched, crushing the photographs into a ball.
Right at that moment, his phone vibrated.
The words "Private Number" flashed on the screen. A cold wave of fury coursed through him.
"Hello?" His voice was frigid.
"Jay, congratulations on your promotion. It's such a pity that I wasn't able to be the first to celebrate with you." Zachary's relaxed voice cfrom the other end of the call. Sarcastically, he added, "So, the only thing I could do was to give you a present. Do you like it?" "Thank you. I was really surprised," Justin replied in a low and restrained voice.
"You have always been an opinionated man, and you're now holding a position of high status. It's important to remember where you cfrom. The gift is a reminder." Smiling candidly, Zachary continued, "Also, I should remind you that Gustav was only sentenced to life in prison, not death. Also, his younger brother, Kenneth Holm, is still alive. I hear he's recently returned to Solana City after years of wandering." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesSW Through gritted teeth, Justin said, "Uncle Zachary, I know what I need to do. You don't have to remindlike this." "You managed to endure all the humiliation when you were locked up in the dog cage back then. I'm sure you be able to take on a small matter like this with no issue. After all, you are one of us Duttons" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesUMS Suddenly, Zachary's voice deepened, as if he had beca different person. "I need to invest in Project A5." "This is Solana City, not Kontina." "Justin, if you can't meet my demands, you should know what I'd do next. I suppose you wouldn't be able to remain steadfast in that position as CEO, would you?" The call ended.
Justin sat on the couch without moving a muscle. After stime, his eyes had turned bloodshot.
With a sudden outburst, he hurled his phone at the widescreen television mounted on the wall, The screen shattered, sparks flying as the phone and TV broke simultaneously. Content belongs to en.kikistories.com
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