Chapter 3

She stood there, frozen for a moment. Then she came forward and wiped away my tears.

“Just pretend I never said it.”

I had protected my power. But I was not happy for long.

On the third day, she rushed into my office, gripping my hand, her eyes red,

“Tyson ran away in anger. Davis, just pity me and give him the position!”

Tyson had run away from home. He did not answer calls, did not reply to messages and his location was inaccurate.

This kind of threat was nothing unusual. But when used by a pretty young boy, the success rate was usually quite high.

Sure enough, Esme had completely lost her head. She directly stripped me of my position as acting CEO.

This time, crying would not work for me because Tyson was crying even harder.

I crossed my legs and exhaled a puff of smoke.

But he did not know yet that Esme’s agreement did not mean the Sloane Family agreed.

Esme’s mother, Beatrice, made one phone call to Esme. That very night, thirty to forty members of the Sloane Family held a family meeting.

“If you dare let that man take charge of the Sloane Group, we dare make sure he dies without a burial!”

Esme was confused, but the Sloane Family was not.

They knew very well how Esme had changed from an ignorant street girl into a CEO under my supervision.

They also saw clearly how I stepped in to exercise her authority and managed the Sloane Family properly after her true nature was revealed.

Under the unquestionable decision of Beatrice, Esme knelt on the ground, her fists clenched so tightly they trembled.

She looked at me, who was kneeling beside her and gritted her teeth as she spat out in a low voice. “Bastard.”

Even though my heart had been dead for many years, hearing those words still surprised me for a moment.

If the fifteen-year-old me had known that Esme would one day call me this, he would never have believed it.

I stood up and walked outside. It was snowing.

As I passed by a roasted sweet potato stall, someone called out from behind me, “Davis!”

I stopped. Esme gritted her teeth, “I’m sorry…”

I did not look back and kept walking forward.

No matter how much Tyson won Esme’s favor, he had no ability to go against the entire Sloane Family.

So I firmly remained in the CEO position.

But Tyson was not the kind of person to give up easily.

Just because I left work a little late, he managed to intercept me and take the advantage. He pressed a handkerchief soaked in medicine over my mouth and nose.

A few men dragged me into the car.

In a daze, I could see Tyson driving while talking on the phone, “Yeah, ten more minutes to Paradise on Earth. Make sure those women are ready.”

After hanging up, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror, “Mr. Griffin, you rely on the Sloane Family to bully me, right? If they find out you’ve been messing around, will they still protect you? Even your son studying abroad …”

He suddenly laughed, “Probably going to have to do a paternity test!”

I didn’t even have the strength to grab my phone, lying in the backseat like a dead fish. I watched the navigation get closer and closer to Paradise on Earth.

My last hope was the emergency call. But my emergency contact was not Esme. She probably didn’t have time to care about me.

I pressed the emergency call button and completely passed out.

In a daze, I heard Tyson shout in surprise, “Who are you! Who allowed you to stop my car?”

“Damn it! How dare you hit me!”

When I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in the Sloane Family home.

My emergency contacts were Beatrice and her husband, Garreth.