Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

“I mean precisely what I said,” Greg responded, patting his ample stomach with a sense of regret. “I once thought you had a capable son to take over Edwards Group. Clearly, I was wrong.”

Connor’s eyes swept over the amused faces around him, and he collected himself.

Lowell had accused Janice of stealing the bid proposal, claiming the subpar quality was due to haste. Yet, if he had truly crafted a proposal as impressive as Janice’s, even under the constraints of memory and a tight deadline, he would have managed to complete at least eighty to ninety percent of it.

This realization stoked a fire of anger in Connor as he fixed a stern gaze on Lowell. “Tell me the truth—what’s really going on with this bid proposal?”

“Janice stole it,” Lowell asserted, his mind already reeling from the turmoil. Public humiliation, coupled with Janice’s mocking, had left him unable to grasp the situation. “Dad, you must listen to me. The bid proposal Janice presented was actually my work.”

Upon hearing this, Connor slapped Lowell across the face. “How dare you keep up with this load of bullshit?”

“Dad!” Lowell’s cheeks flared red, a vivid handprint marking him, making his predicament look all the more absurd. “Please, believe me. You know the quality of my work. Janice stole it from me!”

“Oh, please!” Janice interjected, unable to contain her disdain any longer. She shook her head, staring at Lowell as though he was a fool. “Do you honestly believe you’re capable of crafting such a sophisticated bid proposal? It’s time to face reality, Lowell. You’ve always been a disappointment. The only reason Edwards Group isn’t bankrupt under your sorry leadership as vice president is pure luck.”

“Janice, shut your damn mouth!” Lowell’s eyes flared with a furious glint, his demeanor wild like a cornered animal. “You’re nothing but a failure who got thrown out of the Edwards family. Who do you think you are to judge me?”

“Because I was the ghostwriter of your proposals for an entire year,” Janice replied, her voice steady, piercing through his facade of defiance like a knife. “After I returned to the Edwards family, I bent over backwards trying to win your favor, to earn your validation. Did none of that matter to you? Remember those endless nights you toiled over the Hillford bid? Without my covert tweaks, your dad would’ve berated you yet again. Dreaming of holding on to your vice presidency? In your fantasies.”

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Lowell recoiled, sinking into his chair as if struck.

Fragments of those grueling days, struggling over the bid proposal, crept into his consciousness.

He had faced his fears, submitted the work, and it had been met with unanimous applause. Since that moment, he had secured his role as the vice president of Edwards Group.

Back then, he’d puzzled over it—how had a proposal he deemed subpar won such acclaim?

At the time, he dismissed it, attributing the success to an underestimation of his own abilities.

But now, reflecting on the past, he realized Janice’s presence had been a constant during those times of praise.

“Lowell, face the truth—you’re nothing more than a failure,” Janice declared, her words crisp, a final blow to his crumbling ego.

Lowell’s eyes blazed with fury as he pointed a trembling finger at Janice. His lips parted to speak, but the disdainful sneers from the surrounding crowd intensified his anger, causing his breath to come in sharp, ragged gasps. Abruptly, a searing pain erupted in his chest. He let out a sharp cry, his mouth filling with blood.

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