Chapter 892

“He’s giving up all his hard work for a woman?”

Felipe’s subordinates under Dice quickly booked a flight over.

The early summer morning dawned with rainfall, and Felipe went to check on Cathy’s grave in fear that it would be affected by the rain.

Only after confirming that everything would be fine did Felipe return. Upon his arrival, he found quite a few cars stopped by the entrance of his small villa. When he entered the house, he saw Dice and his subordinates waiting impatiently for him.

“Are you really going to dismiss the company, Master Whitman?” Dice asked.

Felipe’s expression was indifferent. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

“But Master Whitman, is it really worth dismissing such a large company because of a woman?”

A layer of frost covered Felipe’s warm features. “This woman you speak of is my wife.”

“…” Seeing Felipe angry, Dice dared not talk back and resorted to persuading him instead. “But Madam’s already dead, Master Whitman. I’m sure she wouldn’t want to see you moping around all day.

There are hundreds of us waiting to work under you. What will we do when you dismiss the company?”

Felipe turned his icy back to them as he spoke emotionlessly, “Do not make me repeat myself. The company is mine, so what I do with it is my business. From today onward, we are but strangers. You’ve earned more than enough these few years, haven’t you? Be content.”

“I…”

Reading Felipe’s decisiveness, the subordinates remained quiet and left indignantly.

Felipe returned to the room to stare gently at an image of Cathy as he promised with a smile. “Are you seeing me? I really won’t partake in those trades again. As long as you request it, regardless of what it is, I promise I’ll see to it done.

“I just have one last thing to do, Cathy. Then, I’ll come and atone.

“Will you still forgive me?”

He spoke to himself as he fell into a deep sleep.

The sky was dark when he woke, and the rain refused to let up.

Just then, loud activity sounded from downstairs.

He washed up and went to look, realizing the people from earlier in the day had returned.

Dice was still leading them, but their attitude had changed drastically from before.

“I know you still miss Madam, Master Whitman, and I know that you don’t feel like getting yourself involved in these trades now. But we can still work. I’ve already discussed this with most of them, and if you don’t want to be a part of this anymore, Master Whitman, then I can take over the company from you. How’s that?”

Understanding their goal, Felipe scoffed. “I created the company and it’s through my hard work that its force is recognized. I won’t let anyone take this from me.”

Dice’s expression grew fierce at Felipe’s rejection. “If that’s the case, Master Whitman, then don’t blame us for being impolite. If you want to think about that dead woman, then go ahead, but I will take over the company!”

Felipe’s gaze sharpened as a dark look flashed through his otherwise warm and gentle features.

Swiftly, he walked toward Dice and kicked his knee.

Dice instantly fell to the ground with one leg in front of Felipe. He gave a painful howl.

He snapped his head up to struggle, but Felipe had a gun aimed at his forehead. Felipe was staring at him from above, his gaze flaring with bloodthirst and disdain.

Dice shivered, almost forgetting that Felipe was an extremely skilled fighter.

The man may look gentlemanly and elegant, but the truth was the complete opposite. He was scheming and unpredictable.

“Take your words back, or I’ll have you apologize to my wife in the afterlife.”

Dice’s heart shook in fear, but his expression quickly changed into one full of disdain when he remembered the bargaining chip he had. “I suggest you keep your gun, Master Whitman. Or else…”

He paused to look at the men on the side. “Let Master Whitman look at what we have.”