Chapter 137
William became increasingly cautious and quickly agreed, "Yes!"
"Alright, don't waste Mr. Nathan Kennedy's time. If you have any issues, come to me directly," Jack gestured with his hand.
William hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed out of Nathan's office.
"Mr. Nathan Kennedy, if this continues, the show might end up losing money," Jack said worriedly.
"I understand," Nathan's response was as indifferent as ever.
Jack gave a self-deprecating smile. If even he could see the losses, how could Nathan not know? Wasn't he just being redundant?
"There's a rumor going around."
Nathan's sharp gaze shot towards Jack. "Speak!"
"They're saying Demi caused Roxanne's downfall."
"Who said that?"
"There are rumors circulating online, but the source is unclear. With so many social media outlets, it's hard to trace the origin," Jack explained.
Nathan remained silent.
Logically, the incident in the forest should only be known to the Kennedy Family bodyguards. Who could have leaked the information?
More crucially, Roxanne's death had nothing to do with Caroline. Why was public opinion linking the two? Was it a coincidence, or was someone deliberately trying to frame Caroline?
"Have them control the narrative. Don't let the negative impact spread," Nathan ordered.
"Yes, Mr. Nathan Kennedy. But where exactly did Roxanne go?"
"Not sure," Nathan's cold, resolute words left Jack too intimidated to ask further.
At six in the evening, Nathan finished his busy day, drove home, and entered Nick's room.
Waving the servants away, he stepped into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, revealing a row of pure white suits.
Because Nathan and Nick looked almost identical, there was an unwritten rule within the Kennedy Family: Nick only wore white, while Nathan wore black, to distinguish between the two.
A white suit must belong to Nick, and a black suit to Nathan, which also matched their respective temperaments.
Nathan picked up a suit and compared it in the mirror, feeling uncomfortable with the color he had never tried before.
After a moment of hesitation, he hung the suit back in place.
Just as he was about to leave, he turned back. Ten minutes later, the servant by the door saw "Nick" walk out.
Naturally, it was the disguised Nathan.
Looking at the servants, Nathan noticed that the usual look of reverence was gone, replaced by friendly greetings, "Mr. Nick Kennedy, off to find another beauty?"
Accustomed to awe and respect, Nathan felt uneasy with this casualness.
Were these servants always this way with Nick? Why weren't they afraid of Nick?
Nathan remained expressionless and did not respond.
"Is this Mr. Nathan Kennedy or Mr. Nick Kennedy? Why does he look so much like Mr. Nathan Kennedy?" a servant wondered.
"Right, Mr. Nathan Kennedy went in first. How come we didn't see him come out?"
"It must be Mr. Nick Kennedy. Mr. Nathan Kennedy never wears white suits."
"But don't you think he looks a lot like Mr. Nathan Kennedy?"
"Mr. Nick Kennedy is just trying to act cool, imitating Mr. Nathan Kennedy's style, haha."
Listening to the servants' chatter, Nathan's lips curled up slightly.
Heading to the parking area, Nathan got into Nick's red Ferrari.
Dressed in all white with a flashy sports car, Nathan felt he really did look a bit like a playboy.
Looking at himself in the mirror, his expression was too stiff. Forcing a smile only made it look more awkward.
Nathan wondered to himself if he would be recognized.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mimic Nick's carefree smile.
Starting the engine, the red sports car roared out of the Kennedy Manor.
To test if he would be recognized, Nathan decided to return to the company first.
Even though it was after work hours, some departments were still brightly lit, busy with overtime.
As soon as he appeared, several supervisors came up to greet him, "Mr. Nick Kennedy, what brings you here? Shouldn't you be with a beauty at this hour?"
Nathan tried to smile but remained silent.
"Mr. Nick Kennedy's smile looks so strange. Does your face feel uncomfortable?" a female supervisor asked with concern.
Nathan almost laughed at the question. He was clearly smiling normally; how did it become strange?
"Where's Nathan?" Nathan changed the subject.
Talking about Nathan, the supervisors immediately became serious. "He seems to have left early. The overlord working overtime? No way."
"The overlord?" Nathan frowned in confusion.
"It refers to Mr. Nathan Kennedy. It's our nickname for him. He's like a god, with a kingly aura, so we call him that."
"Do you have any grievances against him?" Nathan was amused and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
They said that looking into people's hearts was as blinding as staring at the sun. Nevertheless, Nathan was determined to find out how his employees truly perceived him.
"No," the executives quickly shook their heads in denial, "We admire him too much."
"Then why call him that? Doesn't that term imply evil?" Nathan asked, puzzled.
"Mr. Nick Kennedy, you might not understand. In today's internet culture, it means someone super powerful and unbeatable," an employee explained with excitement in their eyes.
Nathan seemed to understand, yet still felt confused.
"Why do you admire him?" He asked again, even though the question sounded a bit cheesy.
"Mr. Kennedy is incredibly capable. The company is doing so well, and our salaries have increased. If someone incompetent took over, we'd be doomed."
Another executive quickly coughed to interrupt, signaling to be careful with their words.
"Of course, Mr. Nick Kennedy is also excellent. I heard the business over at Stellaria is doing great under his management," the executive quickly added with an awkward smile.
"Nathan, is he really that good?" Nathan still felt half-convinced.
"He has his flaws, like being too strict, which makes we fear him. Last time, I spent a whole night working on a proposal, and he rejected it with just one look! It was heartbreaking!"
Nathan recalled the incident but hadn't noticed how much effort the person had put into the proposal.
As a decision-maker, results were what mattered. The hardships of the process might not be his concern. No matter how long it took, if the result was unsatisfactory, it had to be redone.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Nathan asked.
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