Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061: Headlines

Instead of celebrating, Stephen had to put down his glass of champagne to rectify or reduce their losses. While their stocks continued to drop, their phones rang nonstop. Those who had attended the ceremony also had to leave to meet others for help. But before they left, they never forgot to glare at Stephen. They all made sure he saw the look in their eyes.

In the CEO’s department, papers were flying around amidst the chaos. Some people bumped into each other, causing even more papers to fly through the air and rain down on them. The same was happening across every department in the company, as emergency meetings were being held to address the situation.

It was a disaster—one that never occurred during Atlas’s or even Charles’s tenure.

People at Global Prime Logistics had always claimed they were just as busy as the CEO (Atlas), but only today did they realize they had been slacking off. Even those in the CEO’s department, who had stayed behind, couldn’t believe the amount of work Atlas and Allen had been doing for the company.

This was just the worst.

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Hours later...

Stephen threw himself on the couch, loosening his tie before moving forward to pour himself a glass of whiskey. As he watched the whiskey filling the glass, his face soured, and he kept pouring until it was almost full.

One little sip wasn’t enough. He needed an entire glass—heck, a pint would be better at this point!

"Hah!" he huffed, hissing in satisfaction as the alcohol slid down his throat. "God damn that Charles Bennet!"

Stephen gripped the glass tightly, about to throw it at the wall when he stopped himself. Getting worked up wasn’t worth it... _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}

CLANG!

Before he knew it, the glass in his hand had shattered against the wall and fallen to the floor.

"Damn him..." he breathed, resting his arm on his leg and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why am I getting worked up?"

Wasn’t this part of their plan?

Stephen had to act just as the enemies expected him to. He needed to appear as greedy as possible in their eyes to convince them he was on their side. Otherwise, they would kill him—and worse, his wife and daughter. They had already gotten their son. Sven was already behind bars.

And just like Stephen, Charles and his children had to act in a way that would make their actions believable to the enemies. They had to retaliate to convince the enemies that the family had truly fallen apart.

’This is part of our plan,’ he told himself, still massaging his nose. ’But still, do they have to act like this?!’

With his eyes shut, a bitter hiss escaped his gritted teeth. "How dare they... steal almost half of our clients? That bastard—ah, goodness. I feel like I might have a heart attack at this point."

Good thing he’d been taking his health seriously and had his regular checkup not long ago. Otherwise, the anxiety and stress would’ve sent him to the hospital.

Knock knock.