Chapter 296

"Then let's make a deal."

"Not interested."

Santino pushed himself into a sitting position, his eyes fixed on Clifford. "Oh, I think you are."

"Oh?"

"Do you know who owns TOPSUN?"

Clifford's gaze sharpened as he considered the question. After a moment, he said, "Greyson Lambert."

Santino's eyebrows shot up. "Smart, as expected. He's already inside Lambert Group, isn't he? Which means you should be able to guess his objective."

When Clifford didn't reply, Santino pressed on. “So, are you interested now?"

Clifford's lips twisted into a derisive sneer. "What, are you planning to start a dogfight with him?"

“Hahaha..." Santino roared with laughter. "Mr. Lambert, you're the ones in a dogfight. What does it have to do with me? I just enjoy watching your family tear itself apart. It makes no difference to me whose side I'm on. You should know that."

The words were harsh, but they were true.

Greyson was Wallace's illegitimate son. Although Wallace never admitted it, it was obvious to anyone with eyes. Like Clifford, he was ambitious. After his initial plans failed, he had pivoted, using this new approach to get inside Lambert Group and confront Clifford head-on. It was a classic dog-eat-dog scenario. Wallace had been so generous to his other son, carving out an international subsidiary just for him, but Greyson wasn't satisfied. He wanted more. He wanted to take everything that belonged to Clifford.

As for what Clifford was thinking, only he knew.

Santino lowered his voice. "How would you like to swallow up TOPSUN as well? Don't tell me you don't need my help, Mr. Lambert. He's holding twenty-seven percent of Wallace's shares, which puts him nearly on par with you. And he has TOPSUN backing him. With your intelligence, surely you can see what's coming next?"

Clifford narrowed

his eyes. The two

men stared at each other, neither willing to back down. The dim light of the yard cast their faces in shadow, and a palpable chill filled the air between them. Suddenly Clifford turned and strode away. "Fabian, show him some proper hospitality.”

Fabian blinked. "Yes, sir!"

Santino couldn't help but laugh in frustration. Working with a man like this was just asking for trouble.

As soon as Clifford was gone, Fabian planted his foot firmly on Santino's injured leg. "Sorry about this, Mr. Pearce!"

The wound exploded with pain, and beads of sweat instantly broke out on Santino's forehead, but he gritted his teeth and refused to cry out.

"I'm a partner to Mr. Lambert now," he seethed. "This is your one and only chance. You'd better know when to stop!"

Fabian hesitated, looking from

Santino's face back to his own foot, then sheepishly pulled it back. He was just a keeper here. Once this

guy was out, he could end his life with a flick of his wrist. Anyone who could go toe-to-toe with Mr. Lambert was not someone he could afford to cross. "Then let me entertain you in a different way, Mr. Pearce," Fabian said. He grabbed one of the nearby dogs-the same one that had been Santino's pillow-and dragged it out of the enclosure.

...

Clifford did not go home that night.

The next morning, Latisha went to the office again. With Clifford now unemployed, she thought, she couldn't afford to lose her job too, or they really would end up begging on the streets.

As soon as she arrived, Selah found her. "Latisha, take a look at this. If there are no issues, just sign it."

Latisha picked up the document. Across the top, in large letters, were the words: PERSONNEL TRANSFER NOTICE. She looked at Selah in surprise.

"Don't worry, you're not being fired," Selah explained. "You're being

moved to a different position. It's an order from upstairs. From now on, you'll be working as a secretary in. the Chairman's office."

Latisha was stunned. The Chairman's office? Didn't that mean... she would be Wallace's secretary?

"Don't just stand there. Sign it and move your things upstairs."