Chapter 484 Revolution in the Company
Keith's cheek was burning, and he stared at Ryan like he couldn't believe what just happened.
Ryan felt like crap, but he had no choice! If he didn't slap Keith, he'd lose everything, even his stuff overseas. He turned away from Keith, gritting his teeth and hissing, "Get out. Don't talk that crap again, or I won't even call you my son!"
Keith was totally lost. He shoved Ryan aside and stormed off towards the elevator.
Ryan's eyes were a mix of anger and pain.
Joseph's voice was cold as ice, "Ryan, you better remember your promise."
Ryan's face went pale, and he mumbled, "Okay, Joseph. I'll keep him in line."
Ryan's attitude did a complete 180 from a moment ago. Francis watched Ryan's defeated back, deep in thought. He turned to Joseph and asked, "Joseph, wanna hang around Northfield for a few days? I can show you the sights."
Joseph stroked his beard and shook his head, "Nah, I gotta get back and look after your grandpa's grave."
Francis didn't push it. Joseph had no kids and saw Dylan as his closest family. He was used to the quiet mountain life and didn't dig the noisy city.
After getting in the car, Joseph looked at Francis standing outside and said softly, "Francis, aren't you curious about what I told Ryan?"
Francis stayed calm, "If Grandpa has something to tell me, you'll let me know. If not, then Grandpa has his reasons."
"Good," Joseph said, "You're definitely Dylan's heir. No unnecessary curiosity, but you're decisive."
The car started. Francis bowed slightly, "Joseph, take care."
Joseph nodded, his face kind and gentle, "I know you're smart. But if you're in trouble, you can go to Dylan's grave and talk to him. It might help."
Every year, Francis would go pay his respects, but Dylan loved peace, so Francis rarely disturbed him on regular days.
"I get it, Joseph," Francis said. "Next time, I'll bring someone Grandpa wants to see."
Joseph replied, "Good, he'll be happy."
As the car drove off, Francis went back to his office and started giving orders. "Look into everyone involved in Ryan's project."
Victor moved fast, leading a team to search these people's offices. With the suspension and investigation of these folks, the Getty Group was getting a major shake-up. Everyone, from top to bottom, knew they couldn't risk their jobs for a bit of profit.
Ryan, fuming, went to the underground garage. Just as he was about to get in his car, someone pinned him against it. As he was about to shout, his throat got squeezed tight!
Keith, with bloodshot eyes and a crazy look, growled, "You begged me to come back, and now you say you won't recognize me?"
Ryan let out a weak scream.
"Scum like you shouldn't even exist!" Keith huffed.
Keith's eyes darkened as he watched Ryan's face turn blue and purple. Instead of letting go, he squeezed harder.
It wasn't until a car honked loudly that Keith let go. He jerked his head, eyes bloodshot, but it was just a passing car.
Ryan collapsed, gasping for air. He really thought he was gonna die! Keith looked at him with disgust, like he was looking at a stray dog, and turned to leave.
But Ryan grabbed his ankle. He said breathlessly, "It's not like that, no, Keith..."
His eyes were bloodshot, and he said desperately, "I didn't cut you off, but if I didn't say that just now, we'd be totally screwed."
Seeing Keith wasn't as mad as before, Ryan quickly added, "Trust me, give me some time, and I'll fix this for you."
Keith sneered, "What did Joseph say to you?"
Ryan stumbled to his feet, dusting off his clothes. Seeing no one around, he leaned in close to Keith and whispered a few words. Keith's face instantly turned grim, and his fists clenched tighter.
Ryan gritted his teeth and hissed, "I had no choice but to compromise. Otherwise, all the wealth I've busted my ass for would be gone. How would I start over?"
A loud bang startled Ryan. Keith had smashed his right hand into the car window, causing it to crack, and his hand was bruised and swollen.
Ryan shouted, "Keith, Keith!" He was freaking out.
"Get lost," Keith roared in anger. Then, he opened the car door and sped away.
On the road, he drove like a maniac, his fury growing with every mile.
Keith thought he and that man had at least one thing in common. But now, God let him down again.
Harper got a call from Francis while she was at an event. He said simply, "The company's issues are sorted."
Harper felt a wave of relief and asked, "They stir any trouble?"
Francis knew who she meant and replied calmly, "Nope."
They chatted a bit more, and Harper said, "They're calling me over there. I gotta go."
Francis replied briskly, "Alright, see you tonight."
Harper sighed, "I might be home late tonight. The director has something to discuss with me after this."
Francis said, "If so, I'll come pick you up."
"You might not be able to leave early either," Harper said.
Francis replied, "I'll make it quick. If it's too late, I don't feel comfortable with you going home just with the driver."
Harper said soothingly, "There's nothing to worry about. The driver is from our family, and Isla is with me."
Francis was silent for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "You don't want to see me?"
Harper responded promptly, "That's not what I mean."
Harper was actually worried that Francis would be too tired. There must be a lot going on with the Getty Group today, and she didn't want him to have to run back and forth for her. Besides, she had bodyguards, a driver, and Isla with her, so she was quite safe.
Francis's lips curved slightly as he said, "Then you do want to see me."
Harper was too shy to admit it.
Francis pressed on, "Do you want to see me or not?"
"Yes, of course..." Harper said in a soft and sweet voice.
The two had been inseparable these past few days, living a blissful life together. Now, with this sudden separation, she missed him out of habit.
Francis cooed, "That sounds a bit half-hearted, Mrs. Getty."
Harper snapped, "Who's Mrs. Getty?"
Francis replied, "The one who was sleeping with me last night."
Harper's ears turned red with embarrassment, and she blurted out, "Who told you to be so good at it?"
The air suddenly went silent. Harper's eyes widened, and she quickly covered her mouth.
Francis had led her astray. "Enough," she said angrily and hung up.
Francis's lips curved into a smile. He put down his documents, loosened his tie, and couldn't suppress his restlessness.
Harper finished her work very late. She put on a mask and, along with Isla, prepared to go downstairs. Just as she entered the elevator, she realized she had forgotten her bag.
Seeing how tired she was, Isla offered to go get it. She said, "Ms. Murphy, you wait in the car."
"Okay." Harper pressed the close button.
As the elevator doors were closing, a tall man suddenly slipped inside.
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