Chapter 325 Afraid

Today, Meryl had other matters to attend to. She had been invited to David’s wife’s birthday party, which was happening today. David, Chandler’s business partner, had personally sent her an invitation, so Meryl naturally couldn’t decline.

She brewed a cup of coffee and then applied her makeup in front of the mirror, making sure she looked her best.

At this moment, Walter walked in with a dress. “Mr. Aniston had me deliver this. He said it’s a gift for you, Mrs. Aniston.”

Meryl opened the package to find a dress. It wasn’t overly flashy but exuded a subtle luxury that she immediately appreciated. She went to her room, changed into the dress, and checked herself out in the mirror. The fit was just right.

She suddenly recalled last night when Chandler’s big hands rested on her waist, repeatedly caressing her and whispering in her ear how incredible her figure was. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory. His hands had measured her to perfection.

Meryl grabbed her phone, snapped a selfie in the dress, and sent it to Chandler with the message: [The dress fits perfectly, thanks, honey.]

Chandler replied quickly: [You can thank me properly tonight.]

Meryl’s fingers trembled slightly upon reading the message, as if the phone had burned her. She thought, “How did he say…”

Invitation in hand, she headed out the door.

Meanwhile, Chandler set his phone down. He sat in his executive chair and looked up to find Dalton’s scrutinizing gaze.

Chandler lifted his chin slightly, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. “Got a message from my wife. What? Are you interested in what we talked about?”

Dalton furrowed his brow, his already pale face turning even paler. He could clearly see that Chandler’s smile as he read the text was genuine, coming straight from the heart.

Dalton took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his heart. When he noticed Chandler’s gaze lingering on his fingers, it felt like a direct assault on his masculine pride. He quickly hid his hand behind his back.

Yesterday, Chandler had broken Dalton’s right-hand finger, which was now wrapped in bandages. The pain was something Dalton had to endure alone.

Chandler watched his reaction with a feigned indifference and tossed a document before him. “Take a look. This overseas project has been your responsibility, and now it’s a complete disaster. How do you plan to explain this?”

Dalton bit his lip, picked up the document, and glanced through it. On his way here, he had pieced together the whole story.

He was indeed responsible for the project. A few days before Christmas, Dalton had been distracted and missed a zero in the contract. That single zero meant a tenfold difference. What should have been a 500 million dollar project was sold for only…

The company suffered a massive loss, and Chandler was furious. He had summoned Dalton to the office during the holidays.

Realizing his fault, Dalton said, “I’ll cover the company’s losses personally.”

Chandler sneered, “Dalton, this isn’t just about the money. Do you realize the negative impact this will have on Galaxy Holdings Group? For such a big company to make such a rookie mistake. You haven’t forgotten why your father was driven abroad and couldn’t even return home, have you?”

Dalton pressed his lips tightly. He thought, “How could I forget?”

Morton had overseen the company for just six months, and in that short time, Galaxy Holdings Group had lost nearly ten billion dollars. The entire company became a hollow shell overnight.

Robert was furious and had to bring Chandler back. No one had taken the estranged Chandler seriously, but the least likely candidate, Chandler, had turned things around in just a year.

The contrast between them was stark.

Chandler’s first order of business was to strip Morton of all his positions and publicly announce all the stupid things he had done during his tenure.

Morton lost his reputation and dignity, becoming a subject of ridicule wherever he went.

Unable to accept this, Morton tried to undermine Chandler.

Now that Chandler mentioned Morton, Dalton knew exactly what was happening.

Chandler said, “Resign and give the board an explanation.”

Dalton’s lips tightened even further. He felt Chandler was settling a personal score. Leaving Galaxy Holdings Group meant fewer chances to see Meryl. His departure would also completely wipe out his family’s influence in the company.

Dalton’s eyes turned cold. “I can resign, but Uncle Chandler, are you so eager to get rid of me because you’re afraid? Afraid that Meryl might one day change her mind?”

“Afraid of you?” Chandler scoffed. “Dalton, you think too highly of yourself.”