C4 Use Young Mr Lewis' Words as a Standard!

Soon after, a portly middle-aged man in his forties, his face contorted with rage, barreled toward them.

Rollins recognized him immediately—it was Wensel's father, Archibald. As the head of Wandos Company, the largest in Lincrin, he was notoriously arrogant.

Archibald stormed up to Heyden, barely containing his fury, and barked, "Do you no longer wish to be employed here? Emily is my woman, didn't you know that?"

Heyden replied with icy composure, "Emily showed disrespect to our guests and was insolent in her remarks. Her behavior tarnished the company's reputation. I terminated her employment in accordance with our corporate policies."

"I couldn't care less about your company policies!" Archibald spat back. "My word is the law here at Wandos! And for your information, the company has been sold. I don't need to wait for the new owners to take over; I have the power to fire you right now!"

Rollins exchanged a knowing glance with Flinn, who promptly stepped forward and declared, "I am the representative sent by the new owners, and I concur with the decision to dismiss Emily. Do you have any objections?"

Archibald was taken aback, eyeing Flinn with suspicion. "And you are?" he demanded.

With a slight twinkle in his eye, Flinn introduced himself deliberately, "Flinn Morris."

It was as if Archibald had been struck by lightning. He had just received an email from the previous company stating that Flinn Morris was the appointed new head. Archibald had assumed Flinn would arrive in a day or two, not so swiftly.

Quickly adjusting his demeanor, Archibald plastered on a sycophantic smile and ingratiatingly said, "So you're Mr. Morris! Why didn't you notify me earlier? I would have given you a proper welcome."

Archibald was acutely aware that with the change in ownership, any position, including his own, could be at risk. If the new management decided to let him go, all his years of effort would be for naught.

To everyone's surprise, Emily showed blatant disrespect to the head of the new company. If Archibald didn't dismiss her on the spot, she could very well drag him down with her.

Without hesitation, he turned to Emily, his former protégé, and declared with fury, "Emily, you're fired! Pack your things and leave immediately!"

Emily was shell-shocked, as if struck by lightning. She had clawed her way to her current position, earning an annual salary of two million—far beyond that of an average employee. Being fired would leave her with nothing.

In a panic, she pleaded, "President, I admit my mistake. Please, consider the years of dedication I've given to the company and spare me this one time!"

She then wept before Rollins and Flinn, "Esteemed guests, the fault is mine. I implore you to show compassion and not judge me too harshly..."

Archibald watched Rollins and Flinn, searching for a hint of forgiveness, but found none. Realizing he couldn't shield Emily, he bellowed, "Leave now!"

Emily went ashen, collapsing to her knees and clutching at Archibald's pant leg, wailing, "President Wilson, I was wrong. Please, forgive me just this once."

With a dismissive snort, Archibald retorted, "Pleading with me is futile. The decision rests with Mr. Morris now."

Flinn pointed to Rollins, his face devoid of emotion, "We will defer to Young Mr. Lewis's judgment."

Desperate, Emily crawled to Rollins, slapping herself hard across the face as tears streamed down, "Young Mr. Lewis, I truly recognize my error. Please, I beg for your mercy. I won't ever be so brazen again."

Rollins frowned, his voice cold as he looked down at her, "If this company weren't mine, would you still be groveling like this? You'd probably have thrown me out long ago."

Archibald, fearing the wrath of the Young Master, urgently barked at Emily, "What are you waiting for? Get out now! Do you want to be thrown out by security? Go, now!"

Once he had finished, Archibald turned to Rollins and Flinn with a forced politeness, "I would be honored if you could come to my office for a more detailed discussion."

Rollins dismissed the offer with a cold firmness, "There's no need. I have nothing to discuss with you."

He then directed his gaze to the vice president, Heyden, and suggested, "Perhaps we could talk in your office."

Heyden's face lit up with anticipation, and he eagerly gestured for them to follow, saying warmly, "This way, please!"

Watching the esteemed guests accompany Heyden, Archibald's face contorted with displeasure. He shot a furious look at Emily, his anger boiling over. In a swift motion, he slapped her across the face, hissing, "You've really done it this time! If Heyden gets a promotion and outranks me, you'll pay dearly for this!"

Emily, struck by the force of his hand, was too frightened to utter a word, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Upon reaching Heyden's office, Rollins posed a serious question, "Heyden, if I appoint you as president, do you believe you're up to the task?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Heyden bowed deeply and assured him with utmost respect, "You have my word. I will heed your guidance in all things."

"Very well," Rollins nodded in approval. "As of this moment, you are the president of Wandos Company. Make sure you live up to my expectations."

Heyden's face flushed with elation, a wave of immense surprise flooding his thoughts.

He stood up straight, his face beaming with gratitude, and declared, "Thank you, Young Master. I will not disappoint you."

Rollins spoke calmly, "Your first assignment is to deal with Archibald and his son."

Heyden, filled with a sense of purpose, replied with fervor, "You can count on me. I've been gathering substantial evidence against them for years. They've embezzled company funds, lined their own pockets, and accepted kickbacks. They've amassed a fortune in the hundreds of millions!"

Rollins furrowed his brows and asked, "Is your evidence sufficient?"

"I've got plenty of evidence! It's all locked away in my safe," Heyden affirmed.

Rollins then turned to Flinn with a strategic glint in his eye. "Morris, are you acquainted with anyone at the Lincrin Public Security Bureau? Get them on the phone and have them come over to make an arrest immediately."

Without hesitation, Flinn nodded, pulled out his phone, and replied, "The director of the provincial office is a good friend of mine. I'll call him right away."

Shortly after ending the call, Flinn reported back to Rollins, "Third Young Master, the provincial office's team is en route."

"Good," Rollins nodded in approval, then extended his hand to Flinn. "Now, write me a check for eight million. It's for my wife."

Flinn promptly agreed, retrieved his checkbook, filled out a check for eight million, and handed it to Rollins.

Just then, Flinn's phone buzzed with a new message. His eyes widened as he read it, and he quickly turned to Rollins, "Third Young Master, I've just been informed that the Young Madam has arrived. She's in Wensel's office downstairs."

"What?" Rollins shot to his feet.

He was well aware of Wensel's notorious reputation. Wensel was infamous for coercing his female subordinates into sexual encounters in his office. If they resisted, he'd resort to drugging and raping them, always evading repercussions due to his wealth and influence.

Rumors swirled that at least ten women had fallen victim to his drugging in the office alone!

If Zoie was in his office now, she could be in grave danger of falling prey to his schemes.

Without a second thought, Rollins bolted for the door, determined to reach Wensel's office.

Heyden moved to follow Rollins, concern etched on his face, but Flinn quickly blocked him, "Let the Young Master handle this himself. And remember, you must not disclose his identity to anyone."