Sharon Chen practically shouted at the top of her lungs.
Her real intention was to have Victor Zhao kick Charles Chen out of his manager position! How did things suddenly flip—now Victor was talking about promoting Charles instead?
“Misunderstood? No, how could that be?” Victor Zhao sounded genuinely confused.
Right now, he couldn’t wait to build a good relationship with Charles Chen and his family. Otherwise, if Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin ever came knocking in the future, his own career would be over.
“What I mean is, Uncle Zhao, could you remove Charles Chen from his manager position at Wansheng Real Estate’s Brightsea City branch? I think his wife and daughter have terrible character, so I feel he’s not fit for the job. Keeping him there might cause your company unnecessary trouble and losses!” Sharon Chen forced herself to speak slowly and clearly, making sure Victor could hear every word through the phone.
A lot of people hadn’t reacted when Victor Zhao first spoke, but now, with Sharon spelling it out word by word, there was no way Victor could pretend not to understand anymore.
“You want me to remove Charles Chen from his manager post—fire him?” Victor Zhao repeated Sharon’s words, but the eagerness in his voice was gone, replaced by a cold, faint chill.
“Yes, I really think Charles Chen is absolutely wrong for your company!” Sharon Chen, caught up in her own momentum, didn’t notice the subtle change in Victor Zhao’s voice.
She glanced at Lucy Lu and Joy Zheng with a look of smug satisfaction.
Neil Kong folded his arms, ready for the show, while Chen Ren stared at Lynn Chen and Yolanda Fang, lifting his chin slightly. As for Evan, Chen Ren just ignored him completely.
Just wait—I want to see how you’ll keep acting arrogant later!
Chen Ren gnashed his teeth.
Zhang Yi and Wang Yu stood beside Chen Ren, clearly waiting to watch the drama unfold.
After Sharon Chen finished speaking, Victor Zhao on the other end of the line fell silent for a moment, saying nothing.
"Hello? Uncle Zhao?" Sharon Chen called out, momentarily stunned.
"Sharon Chen, let me ask you—is this your idea, or Grandpa Chen’s?" Victor Zhao’s voice came through the phone, low and somber.
As soon as he said this, confusion and bewilderment flashed across everyone’s face.
Especially Sharon Chen—it was the first time she’d heard Victor Zhao call her by her full name, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.
"It’s my idea…"
No sooner had Sharon Chen said this than she felt something was wrong. The next moment, she heard Victor Zhao on the other end sigh heavily and speak earnestly: "Sharon Chen, do you have a grudge against me or something?"
A grudge?
Victor Zhao’s words reached everyone present.
Sharon Chen’s previously confident smile froze. "Uncle Zhao, what do you mean by that?"
"What do I mean? I mean what I said! You want me to remove Charles Chen? Isn’t that just pushing me into the fire pit!"
Bang!
Victor Zhao roared on the other end of the phone, and a loud sound of him slamming the table came through.
The sudden noise startled Sharon Chen—she even trembled as she held her phone, nearly dropping it.
What does that mean?
Isn’t Charles Chen just a manager at the Brightsea branch? Isn’t Victor Zhao the head office’s project director? Why does it seem like Victor Zhao is actually afraid of Charles Chen?
Did I hear that right?
The crowd, who had just been watching for entertainment, suddenly tensed up and turned to look at Lucy Lu, their eyes full of shock.
Could it be that Charles Chen has some hidden identity?
Lucy Lu and Joy Zheng were both stunned by Victor Zhao’s words. Lucy had even prepared herself to help Charles Chen start over, but she hadn’t expected Victor Zhao’s reaction at all!
Lynn, who’s your dad, anyway? Yolanda Fang asked curiously, turning to Lynn Chen.
My dad is just my dad—who else could he be? Lynn Chen replied, just as confused by Yolanda’s question.
Logically, there was no reason Victor Zhao should be afraid of Charles Chen. Lynn had heard her father speak to Victor Zhao on the phone many times at home, and Charles was always respectful.
So how did things flip so suddenly?
Uncle Zhao, how could I possibly push you into the fire pit? You and my grandpa know each other, don’t you? Sharon Chen, sensing something was off, hurried to respond.
Get lost! Damn it, Sharon Chen! I’m warning you—don’t pull any tricks! Don’t mess with Charles Chen! Don’t mess with his wife, and especially don’t mess with his daughter! Otherwise, I won’t be able to save you!
That’s all I’m saying. I used to owe your Grandpa Chen a favor—after this, we’re even! If you get into trouble, don’t come looking for me! I’m hanging up!
Beep beep beep...
After Victor Zhao furiously cursed out Sharon Chen, he hung up without mercy, leaving Sharon standing there, her face pale and disheveled.
"Is Victor Zhao out of his mind or something?" Neil Kong frowned and couldn’t help but comment.
"How could that be..." Sharon Chen muttered to herself. Could Victor Zhao really cancel a favor with just one sentence?
She gripped her phone tightly, completely unable to figure out what Victor Zhao was thinking—or why he told her not to provoke Charles Chen and his wife.
"Looks like your phone call didn’t work," Lucy Lu said, raising an eyebrow at Sharon Chen.
In just one phone call, the way others looked at Lucy Lu had completely changed.
Even Lucy herself couldn’t figure out what was going on—she was still planning to call Charles Chen later to ask if he’d done anything special recently.
But for now, Lucy Lu felt relieved. She stepped forward and looked at Sharon Chen. "Want to call again to double-check? I don’t mind."
Sharon Chen glared at Lucy Lu, gritting her teeth, but didn’t know how to lash out.
Seeing things turning sour, Neil Kong quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Lucy, you can’t say it like that—we’re all classmates here, just hanging out for fun."
"Yes, yes, let’s all say less. There’s no need to hurt our friendship over this." Sharon Xiao quickly stepped up, pulling Sharon Chen to a nearby seat.
No one else dared to say a word at this moment.
Too humiliating.
Wang Yu and Zhang Yi stared at Chen Ren, who looked as miserable as if he’d swallowed a fly, his heart full of frustration.
"Hey, kid—you were acting tough just now. Why not show us that attitude again?" Yolanda Fang flipped Chen Ren off.
At that moment, Evan noticed Lynn Chen staring at him, looking thoughtful.