Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 388

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Evercrest Group.

Tyrone Lynch lounged comfortably on the leather sofa, sipping his afternoon tea with an air of leisure.

Meanwhile, Kenney Lockwood rushed in, looking utterly exhausted after another back-to-back meeting. Dropping heavily onto the opposite couch, he groaned, “Mr. Lynch, when are you going to officially take over Evercrest Group? We’re on a roll lately—business is booming and I can barely keep up!”

Tyrone glanced at him coolly. “Are you missing a salary, a bonus, or equity?”

Kenney choked, momentarily speechless. “No, that’s not it. I’m not complaining—I love overtime, I love endless meetings…” He trailed off, then forced a laugh. “I just worry you might be bored, sitting around with nothing to do.”

Tyrone twirled his phone in his hand, lips curling into the faintest smile. “I’m chatting with my wife. Trust me, I’m not bored.”

Kenney rolled his eyes and flopped back, feigning death. He was dead on his feet, yet still had to watch his boss show off his perfect marriage. But hey, who was he to argue? Tyrone was the boss.

“I can’t get involved in the Group’s decisions right now,” Tyrone continued, raising an eyebrow at Kenney. “My management style’s too different from yours. If I stepped in, people would notice immediately. So for now, you’ll have to hold down the fort. If things get out of hand—squeeze some extra hours out of Felix.”

Kenney sat up straight, shaking his head in panic. “No need! I’ve got it covered!” He wouldn’t dare squeeze Felix for help. As Tyrone’s former assistant, Felix had picked up all of Tyrone’s worst habits. These days, Felix was supposed to report to Kenney, but honestly, Kenney barely had any authority over him.

Take last night’s company dinner, for example. Kenney had simply paused mid-sentence, but Felix, ever the mind-reader, assumed there was some hidden message and arranged for a minor celebrity to keep him company at the event… nearly getting Kenney in trouble.

Or the incident when Kenney sneezed on his way home. Felix, without asking, shut off the central air and cut the power entirely, convinced Kenney was catching a cold. Kenney spent half the night drenched in sweat, unable to find the circuit breaker, roasting in his own private sauna.

Tyrone’s lips quirked. “How about you let Felix take you out tonight—help you unwind a little.”

Kenney instantly bolted upright, waving his hands in alarm. “No, that’s really not necessary! Felix deserves a break—let him relax on his own. Honestly, I’m not tired at all!”

Tyrone’s smile deepened, but he said nothing more.