As his words fell, the doors of the conference room were suddenly kicked open from the outside. A familiar and magnetic voice echoed, stunning everyone in the room.
“Objection! Who said I was dead?”
At the entrance, a tall figure in a black suit burst in. He wore a three-piece suit with a contrasting collar, and a sapphire rose brooch adorned his chest.
The bright lights in the conference room shone on the brooch, reflecting a deep blue brilliance onto the silver mask.
A moment of dazzling radiance filled the room.
The man’s demeanor was cold and extraordinary, as if a deity had descended upon them. He appeared suddenly before everyone’s eyes from underneath the silver mask, his narrow eyes gleaming darkly as he fixed his gaze on Vincent, who was seated at the head of the table, and let out a cold laugh.
“Vincent, you’ve held that position long enough. Now that I’m back, you-a substitute CEO-should step down!”
“Kelvin?”
How is this possible?
Didn’t he die in that explosion?
Vincent’s eyes widened in fear as he stood up from his seat, completely forgetting that Jane was still sitting on his lap.
Ouch!
Jane fell to the cold ground in a disheveled state, struggling to support herself by gripping the edge of the conference table and slowly standing up. Instinctively, she took a few steps back on her high heels, her gaze filled with shock as she watched the tall figure approaching them.
It really was Kelvin!
Only he possessed that unparalleled cold temperament.
“Mr. Foley.”
“Mr. Foley, you’re back.”
“Mr. Foley, you’ve finally returned!”
Excited voices filled the conference room, particularly the few employees who were about to be dismissed by Vincent, whose eyes teared up.
Kelvin glanced at them coolly, his voice filled with comforting strength. “You’ve all worked hard during my absence. Please have a seat, there’s no need to stand.”
This was the first time Kelvin had ever spoken so “gentle” to them. Since his return, he seemed to be more approachable than before.
Everyone couldn’t help but wipe away their tears. Choked up, they responded, “No, it wasn’t hard.”
“Mhmm.”
Kelvin nodded slightly and walked straight toward Vincent, casting a condescending gaze upon the latter due to their height difference.
His eyes were unexpectedly icy, filled with disgust. “Step aside!”
A furious shout released a powerful aura.
Kelvin, as always, watched the scene unfold, causing the others in the conference room to become immensely excited. The backbone of the company had returned. Now let’s see how Vincent could assert himself with his petty tricks.
Vincent clenched his teeth, his hands hidden beneath the table, tightly balled into fists. He displayed an awkward smile on his face.
“Kel-Kelvin, you’re back. I’m truly happy for you.”
“Is that so? Are you really happy?”
Seeing that Vincent was unfazed, Kelvin reached out and grabbed his collar, rudely flinging him aside. As he straightened his suit, he elegantly took a seat and habitually crossed his legs. His deep voice filled the conference room.
“Chris, come in!”
“Yes.”
The entrance of the conference room once again filled with commotion, and soon Chris led a swarm of reporters and media personnel into the room.
Everyone rushed towards Kelvin, seated at the head of the table, as the news of his resurrection was indeed a shocking one for the public.
A female reporter rushed to the front row and quickly fired off her interview question, the one everyone was most curious about.
“Mr. Foley, how did you manage to escape from the fire during the explosion?” Her question undoubtedly reopened old wounds for everyone, and Chris was about to intervene to stop it.
Kelvin raised his hand, signaling there was no need to intervene.
In a serious tone, he answered the reporter’s question, “Someone had tampered with the car’s trunk, and by the time I noticed the bomb, it was too late. I survived the fire to protect the person I love.”
“Later, due to serious injuries, I had to receive treatment abroad.”
What? Everyone had believed it was just a typical car malfunction. Now, hearing Mr. Foley say it was a deliberate incident, everyone felt a shiver down their spine. Who could be so heartless?
Theoretically speaking, who would benefit the most from Mr. Foley’s death? Naturally, it would be Vincent!
Vincent noticed the change in the way people were looking at him and bit his lip, glaring at Kelvin with resentment.
Was it intentional on his part?
“Mr. Foley, could you elaborate on the person you mentioned earlier? After your divorce, is there good news about a new relationship?” The reporter inquired.
“Yes, after a year of contemplation, I realized I had made many mistakes. I wronged Cheyenne in the past; she suffered a lot for me. She is the one I love the most, and we will remarry soon.”
“We will definitely invite you all to attend the wedding.”
Remarry! Was Mr. Foley serious? As the saying goes, a good horse will never turn round to graze on an old pasture, especially for wealthy people like them, changing partners is as common as changing clothes.
After all the twists and turns, Kelvin unexpectedly declared that he still liked Miss Lawrence, adding even more drama to the situation. However, it was still a joyous occasion; Cheyenne’s public performance over the past year was more than enough to impress the audience.
“Congratulations to Mr. Foley.”
“Congratulations, Mr. Foley, for surviving such a disaster; you will surely have good fortune in the future.”
Kelvin was beaming with joy, but Vincent felt like he was being pushed into a corner, and the taste was not so pleasant. He had become a transparent backdrop, and now the entire focus was on Kelvin.
Was this man who wore a mask and dared not show his face really Kelvin? Was someone impersonating Kelvin? But every word and action of his were undoubtedly those of the old Kelvin.
Just as he was contemplating making Kelvin remove the mask to confirm his suspicions, a reporter from a financial news agency asked about him.
“However, Mr. Foley, during your one-month disappearance, the company has been managed by your younger brother, Vincent. Now that you are back, how do you view the stock’s decline?”
Vincent suddenly perked up, feeling a bit uneasy as he looked over. Coincidentally, he caught Kelvin’s disdainful gaze, which fell on him.
“The stock’s decline is my fault. If it weren’t for my accident, this situation wouldn’t have occurred. Vincent has been abroad for too long and is not familiar with the domestic market trends.”
“Appointing him as the acting CEO was my grandfather’s idea, with the intent of taking responsibility for the group. Now that I’m back, Vincent can finally have a good rest.”
“Is that so, Vincent?” This was Kelvin’s last act of kindness to him. Whether to accept it, that was up to Vincent.
“Yes, Kelvin, now that you’re back, I can finally take a break too.”