Chapter 830 The Suitable Candidate
Finnegan strutted around like he owned the place; his arrogance was off the charts.
The shareholders looked grim, but despite his cockiness, they couldn't do a thing.
They'd hoped to convince him to step down, but that plan was a total flop.
Who could possibly put him in his place now?
Richard had a stroke, Linda didn't care, Victoria was out of the loop, and Matthew was a wild card.
At first, Finnegan was a bit rattled by Matthew's presence, but he quickly pulled himself together, squinting at him, "Matthew, you really think you're all that, huh? Think I can't handle you?"
Matthew raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"
Finnegan shot back, "The Montagu Group needs a leader who's competent and responsible, and that's definitely not you."
Matthew gave him a sly smile, "Sounds like you've got someone in mind, Finnegan. Who's the lucky candidate?"
Finnegan sneered, "You'll find out soon enough!"
With that, he stormed off, the other shareholders trailing behind him.
Michael, who'd been standing nearby, chimed in at just the right moment, "Mr. Montagu, the PR department's got an emergency plan ready for the online mess. Want to take a look?"
Matthew's tone was cool, "No need."
Michael seemed to have expected that and didn't bother with the document. Instead, he said, "Mr. Adams sent word that the head of the overseas jewelry company has been dealt with, so things shouldn't get worse."
Matthew replied, "We haven't found the mastermind yet, so it's still up in the air."
He pulled out his phone and saw a call from Mary. His eyes darkened a bit before he called her back.
She picked up quickly, her voice gentle.
Matthew said, "Don't worry about the online stuff. It won't affect me."
Mary felt a wave of relief as long as everything was okay.
Even over the phone, Matthew could sense her mood shift. He smiled and asked softly, "Were you worried about me?"
Mary replied, "Yeah, I was. I was afraid you wouldn't make it on time tomorrow."
Matthew's smile turned a bit sad. "Don't worry, I promised you, and I'll be there."
Outside, the sky was pitch black.
In a month, it would be New Year's.
If they hadn't divorced, he and Mary would have been married for two years now.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag, watching the pale blue smoke curl upwards.
The call lingered.
Neither of them spoke.
After a long pause, Mary said, "It's late. I'm going to bed."
"Alright, goodnight," Matthew said.
After hanging up, he stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking incredibly lonely.
Maple Grove Manor.
Mary, wearing a sweater, stood on the balcony, staring at the cold stars in the night sky, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite pin down.
Her resolve seemed to be wavering even more.
"Mary."
Shirley came over and hugged her, "It's freezing out here. Don't catch a cold."
Mary smiled, "I'm fine."
Shirley said, "Let's go back inside. I know you're worried about him, but he's smart and resourceful. He'll be alright."
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