My Mommy Is A CEO

The protest on the third day continued until the afternoon, and workers deliberately shouted slogans during the rush hour after work. The issue of unpaid wages by Webbex Group was like a wildfire, rapidly spreading its influence. In less than four days, Webbex Group’s stock dropped nearly five points.

Arthur knew that Lucia was feeling down, so he personally cooked dinner for her in the evening. Although Lucia didn’t have much of an appetite, she still ate a lot. As they were getting ready to rest for the night, Kyle finally delivered some good news.

“Mr. Davies, the person has been caught on the spot and is now being held in the hangar. Do you want to come over in person?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Arthur glanced at Lucia, who seemed a little drowsy, and said, “I’ll go over there” before hanging up the phone. He then turned to Lucia and said,

“Lucia, you rest first. I’ll go out for a bit.”

“Where are you going so late?” Lucia checked her phone and saw that it was already 10:30.

“Something’s up,” Arthur said in a low voice.

“Is there any progress in the matter?” Lucia was so sensitive that she instantly perked up.

“You rest first,” Arthur said, still insisting.

Lucia stared into Arthur’s eyes for a while before sighing lightly and answering, “I understand. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

Arthur leaned down and gave Lucia a kiss on the lips before putting on his clothes and leaving home.

There were some things that he didn’t want Lucia to be involved in.

The black phantom shuttled through the night towards the suburbs. An hour later, Arthur arrived at the helicopter hangar where Kyle and a group of subordinates were waiting on the tarmac.

“Mr. Davies, you’re here. The person is inside, but he’s being stubborn and won’t reveal anything.”

“Then let me handle it personally,” Arthur’s eyes turned cold as he walked towards the hangar with Kyle and the others following closely behind.

In the room where Dan was held before, Arthur saw Carlos who was now backhanded tied to a stool. He was still wearing a black blindfold over his eyes. Although most of his face was covered, the corners of his mouth were drawn down to show that he was terrified.

As soon as Arthur entered the room, Kyle brought him a chair and he sat down opposite Carlos. He raised his hand to have his blindfold removed.

The light suddenly reappeared, and Carlos could finally see again. He blinked his eyes in discomfort and let out a surprised exclamation when he saw Arthur sitting across from him.

“It’s you!”

“It seems like you know me,” Arthur sneered, and Carlos realizing he had said the wrong thing quickly shut his mouth.

“Who instructed you to incite workers from Vian Construction to go to Webbex Group to ask for their wages?” Arthur was lazy and waited for Carlos to ask.

“What are you saying? I can’t understand,” Carlos denied.

Arthur didn’t say much, he just gave Kyle a look and immediately Kyle took out his phone and played a recording. The recording was Carlos’ own voice.

“Boss, don’t worry, those workers are listening to me now. They will do whatever I want them to do. Yes, Lucia can’t do anything about it. Of course, I will continue to incite those foremen to go to the demonstration tomorrow. Yes, I will definitely keep making things big and discrediting the Webbex Group. Yes, I understand, yes…”

Carlos listened to the recording, his face turned pale, and the memory before being tied up was quickly recalled. Tonight, he secretly came out of the dormitory to call the “boss”. On the way back to the dormitory, he was tied up. It turned out that it was Arthur’s doing!

“Mr. Davies, you’re really resourceful. You can even bribe the workers.” Carlos knew there was recorded evidence that couldn’t be denied, so he made sarcastic remarks.

“Speak up. Who’s the boss in your mouth?” Arthur ignored and continued to ask coldly.

“Since you have caught me, I have no choice but to accept whatever punishment you decide. However, betraying my boss is absolutely impossible!” Carlos said firmly.

“I’ve checked your identity, Carlos. Your ID number is xxx… But the photo on that ID doesn’t seem to be you. Identity theft is illegal, and if I report it, do you know the consequences?” Arthur asked Carlos with a cold laugh.

Carlos broke out in a cold sweat, but still stiffened his neck and shouted, “Report if you have the ability, or I will be arrested at worst!”

Carlos was not stupid. He knew that with that recording, he can clear Webbex Group’s name. The reason he tied himself up and subjected himself to questioning was for the “boss.” As long as he didn’t confess, he will remain safe.

“Oh, so you don’t care about this. What about the physical pain? Are you afraid of it?” Arthur asked Carlos with a smile and a “friendly” tone.

“If you want to use violence, if you have the ability…” Carlos thought that Arthur would not use violence in his well-dressed clothes, but before he could finish his sentence, he was punched hard on the cheekbone, and his whole head was turned sideways. There was a humming sound.

Arthur withdrew his hand and was about to throw another punch when Kyle quickly handed him a fist ring and dutifully reminded him.

“Mr. Davies, this doesn’t hurt with your hand. Use it.”

Arthur took the ring and put it on. Without giving Carlos a chance to react and beg for mercy, he punched Carlos directly in the face, making him grunt repeatedly, but he didn’t even have time to say a word of pain.

Arthur rarely got his hands dirty, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t. Kyle watched with cold eyes as Carlos was defenseless against Arthur’s blows, thinking to himself, “You messed with Ms. Webb and now you’re paying the price.” Arthur was taking out his anger for Lucia.

After a few rounds of punches, Carlos’ head drooped down softly and Arthur stopped. He took off the ring and threw it to Kyle before sitting back in his chair and saying coldly, “Wake him up.”

The cool water on the autumn night was bone-chilling. Carlos woke up from being splashed with water but all he could feel was pain.

“Tell me who your boss is,” Arthur asked again as Carlos regained consciousness.

“I…” Carlos barely got a word out before Arthur impatiently interrupted him.

“You won’t talk? Then it’s time for your legs,” said Arthur as he slowly stood up.

Carlos was scared out of his mind. He thought to himself, “I haven’t even said I won’t talk yet! Why are you going to hurt me again?”

“W-wait…” Carlos stuttered through the pain. His throat felt dry and all he could smell was the scent of blood coming from himself. Finally, when Arthur sat back down in his chair, Carlos let out a sigh of relief.

Kyle couldn’t help but stifle laughter at how easily frightened this guy was.

“Are you ready to talk?” asked Arthur with a cold laugh.

Carlos struggled to keep his eyes open while looking at the cold faces of those behind Arthur. He regretted getting involved with someone like him; someone who resorted so quickly to violence…