Chief Heir Officer novel Chapter 533

“I don’t know, it just feels weird that such an important person has personally come to the company to discuss terms with you.”

Philip muttered to himself. He knew that with Wynn’s personality, should Blake try to threaten her in any way, things would not go well for either of them.

“What’s wrong with that? Beacon has worked with the Michaels for several years now, and their chairperson is personally dropping by to visit. Perhaps it’s because there’s some large-scale project involved. If we make it work, that’ll mean a raise for all of us.”

The male colleague said with a chuckle.

Ignorance was bliss, huh.

While Philip was still fretting about how to handle Blake Michaels, the head of the marketing department Minerva Cain was already approaching Blake.

All smiles, she said, “Mr. Michaels! You’re here earlier than expected. We’re still in the middle of preparing for your arrival.”

Minerva was a professional, after all, and she chose her words very wisely. The fiery-red short skirt she wore today with her neat white shirt made her look gorgeous, mature, and dependable.

She was Beacon’s Iron Lady, a trump card Wynn had recently recruited amidst much fanfare.

Blake laughed. “Haha, to think Ms. Cain herself came out to greet me. What an honor. You are one of the most beautiful gems of Riverdale’s business scene.”

“You flatter me too much, Mr. Michaels. Besides, our Madam Johnston has far more claim to that title than I do.”

Minerva flashed him her signature smile. After so many years in this line of work, she had long since mastered saying the right thing at the right time.

She had heard plenty of compliments from plenty of men too.

“Well, f*ck. Is it just me or is Mr. Michaels interested in Ms. Cain that way?”

The male colleague said, scratching his head.

Philip chuckled coldly. “Oh, all men will give a beautiful woman another look.”

He then turned his gaze to Wynn. To him, his wife was the most beautiful.

Wynn noticed his gaze, of course, and she rolled her eyes at him in faux annoyance.

Today, Wynn was wearing a black lace top with smooth and long wide slacks. She wore three- to four-centimeter heels, completing her elegant yet capable look.

“Mr. Michaels, shall we talk more inside?”

“Why are you pulling out so abruptly, Mr. Michaels? I heard about what’s happening in Capital City too, but those rumors aren’t really affecting your businesses. Why are you in such a rush to end our contract?”

Wynn would not fight a war she was not sure she could win. She had already investigated the Michaels’ businesses in secret and found that they were operating as usual without any adverse effects.

In other words, Blake must have other reasons.

“Calm down, Madam Johnston. This isn’t my decision alone. Our entire board came to this conclusion after much debate.”

Blake nodded slightly with a smile. “I still think highly of Beacon’s new project, but I can’t convince the board. I even got into a huge fight with those old men over this, but the final conclusion was that we’re pulling out.”

Wynn fell into deep thought, her brow creased.

Next to her, Minerva interrupted with a smile, “Oh, but Mr. Michaels, nothing is set in stone. I’m sure you are an expert in the details of our project, and you definitely don’t need me to tell you how much profit potential there is. Besides, we’re almost at the end of the development process. If you suddenly pull out, you’ll be leaving us in a difficult place.”

“I guess it doesn’t have to come to that.”

Blake suddenly said with a laugh, “There is one other way. Will you consider it, Madam Johnston?”

Wynn frowned slightly, laughing coldly to herself as she looked at Blake. ‘Here you go showing your true colors, you old fox!’