Chapter 716 Time Bar.
Dorothy drank as she read the news, and when she reached the last line, she slammed the glass on the floor ruthlessly.
âB*tch!â
Kate frowned. âDolly, why are you so worked up?â
Dorothy threw her phone over. âLook at that b*tch Phoebe James! Isnât she trying to hint to the press that I set up Zacâs car accident?!â
âDolly, the innocent will stay innocent. The police need solid evidence, and her words arenât convincing enough.â
Hearing this, Dorothy glared at her coldly and poured another glass of wine for herself. Then, she finished it in one go-
Kate suddenly thought of something. âPlease donât tell me that youâre actually the culprit behind the car accident?â
âSo what if I am?â
âDolly, how could you do this to Zac?â
âOh. Zac...â
Dorothy sneered. âWill your Zac even look at you? Didnât he marry a counterfeit instead?!â
Kate was slightly dissatisfied. âIâve never had any feelings for Zac. Donât be so crude when you speak.â
âHah! Stop kidding yourself. Why would you be so caring toward him if you donât like him? Anyway, heâs not even dead.â
After saying that, Dorothy scolded. âI will definitely show that b*tch what I can do. Letâs see how lucky she can be!â
âWhat are you trying to do?â
Dorothy thought for a while then smiled eerily. âI shall send someone to tail her. She will definitely show her true colors!â
At this moment, the private cabin beside was a total mess. The wine glasses and bottles were broken all over the floor, and the table was still stained with blood. It looked like a murder scene.
Fabian kicked the tea table aside. âDamn it! Iâve worked in the Quinton Group for ten years, and Iâve done so much for my father in order to get my managerial position now. Yet he easily became the director of the Legal Department by just relying on his identity!?â
He took a sip of his wine and smashed the glass on the ground. âNow what? Heâs asking for equity? Who does he think he is? A cripple trying to fight me? Who gave him the courage?â
The man beside him stopped him. âMr. Fabian, calm down. Itâs just an interview. You know that Mr. Quinton doesnât simply give away equity.â
âWhy can he be addressed as Mr. Quinton, but I need to be addressed as Mr. Fabian?â
Fabian was mad and became irritated by almost everything.
âMr. Fabian, you are overthinking. Itâs obvious that Mr.
Quinton favors you. The only reason he let the cripple join the company is to relieve the criticism out there.â
âDamn it. I honestly suspect that it was Zac Quinton himself who exposed the news.â
âYouâre talking about the car accident that Mr. Quinton set up?â
Fabian clenched his teeth and scolded. âMy father would never do that! Someone must be trying to use this to take the position and force my dad to admit his identity, then use the pressure of public opinion to force my father to give him the equity and title!â
âMr. Fabian.â The man dragged him to the sofa. âActually, if he can do it, why canât you do the same?â
âMe?â
Fabian was confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âNow that Mr. Quinton has been saying that he only has one son, why donât you use the power of public opinion to force him to acknowledge your identity? That way, you both will be competing at the same level.â
Hearing this, Fabian was taken aback, and he sneered while grabbing the manâs shoulder. âAaron, I never thought that you were that smart. Iâm counting on you for this!â
âNo problem!â
Aaron twitched the corner of his lips. âIn fact, I have another idea that could increase your power, but Iâm not sure if you would be interested.â
Fabian was dumbfounded. He then snorted. âI want Zac Quinton to get out of the company, so spill whatever you have in mind!â
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