Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 232

“Mr. Butler, I need you to give me a fair judgment here.”

Malcom was practically in tears, and Nelly quickly joined in, her voice sharp. “Effie is really out of line this time. She's just the team lead—does that give her the right to overrule you? How can she just kick someone off the team without your say-so?”

Of course, Mr. Butler knew exactly what sort of underhanded games the two of them had been playing behind the scenes. Still, he wasn't about to let on. Sometimes it paid to keep your cards close to your chest.

Truth be told, he'd been looking for an excuse to get rid of Effie for a while now. Talented people were a dime a dozen, but someone like Effie—cocky after a few successes, always refusing to take orders—well, the sooner she was gone, the better.

“I'll have a word with her,” Mr. Butler said, his tone grave. “She'll get a warning.”

Just then, his office phone rang.

It was a call from the executive office. Apparently, Mr. Randell was in the building today and wanted to hold a meeting himself to hear how the project was progressing.

“Yes, understood. I'll have the project manager prepare right away,” Mr. Butler replied, hanging up with an unreadable look in his eyes.

He turned to Malcom and Nelly. “This might be our chance to drag Effie down for good. But you'll need to follow my lead. Here's what we'll do…”

Malcom listened intently, inwardly marveling at how Mr. Butler was using someone else's authority to do his dirty work. What a move—brilliant, really!

She could only hope that this time, they'd finally be able to kick Effie out for good.

*

Randell was about to head downstairs when Lyman stood up from his desk as well.

Randell didn't need to ask to know what Lyman was up to, but he played dumb. “Oh? Heading somewhere, Lyman? Got something urgent?”

“I'm coming with you to the meeting,” Lyman replied coolly. “I want to see if the design department has been keeping up their end.”

Randell almost burst out laughing. Lyman always looked so serious, but who knew what he was really thinking?