Chapter 120
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They arrived at the door of the General Director's office and saw that the door was not completely closed, it was only ajar.
Devon's defiant voice came from inside the room.
'You called to ask if she had come to the company yet? Why hasn't she come to see me yet? Tibble's family isn't dead yet, why do we need a divorced woman like her to manage it..."
Bertha stood at the door hearing those words, then she turned to ask Derek. 'You'll know what to do later, right?"
Derek nodded. "Tell the truth."
Having received the answer, Bertha withdrew her gaze in satisfaction.
She pushed the door open and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.
'Uncle, long time no see, but you still haven't changed your hot temper. So your brother doesn't feel secure about handing over Tibble Corporation to you."
These words were like a nail piercing Mr. Devon. He immediately became so angry that his face turned pale. 'You should talk politely to adults."
Bertha calmly sat on the sofa, facing him, she smiled faintly. 'Only gentle, polite adults deserve respect, are you worthy?"
"You…"
Mr. Devon glared at her, his mustache twitching.
It was obvious that the two of them were sitting, but Bertha's leisurely appearance suppressed Mr. Devon.
Before Mr. Devon could teach her, he saw a familiar figure standing next to her.
Look closely, isn't this the Derek who went missing before?
'Derek, when did you come back? If you are back, why do you still tolerate her robbing Tibble Corporation?"
Derek said without changing his face. 'Uncle, I just returned yesterday afternoon. When I returned, the outcome was already decided."
"Damned."
Mr. Devon was angry and slammed his hand on the tea table. 'You hold 40% of the company's shares, moreover, you have managed Tibble Corporation for many years, so your power before shareholders is very great. Why would you let this woman take the position of leader."
Derek explained. 'Uncle, except for your 15% shares, the company's discrete shares were all bought back by her. There are no other shareholders, so she is the largest shareholder in Tibble Corporation."
"What?"
Mr. Devon was suspicious, these words were not the same as what Zillah said.
Allison was next to her, picking up the company's stock book and putting it on the tea table.
Mr. Devon looked carefully, his face immediately turned black.
He was out of town yesterday. If Derek hadn't returned, the company could only be managed by her.
But... he can't let the position of power fall into the hands of a woman.
He rolled his eyes, then looked towards Derek.
'What are you standing there for? After all, you are the second largest shareholder of the company, please sit down."
Bertha glanced at Derek.
He pursed his lips and did not answer, bowing his head like a proud lion whose claws had been cut off.
Bertha was very pleased with his obedient appearance. She looked at Derek and explained. 'Let me help him. Now he is my maid. When the master talks, the maid can only stand."
Mr. Devon's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at Bertha and Derek.
It seemed to take him a while to digest Bertha's words.
By the time he could react, he was so angry that he couldn't bear it. 'You ungrateful person. Have you signed the bust papers? You bow your head in front of women, you have disgraced Tibble's family."
Mr. Devon is a traditional-minded conservative.
Furthermore, Tibble's family has given birth to an only grandson who is relatively unafraid to be outdone.
In the past, even though he didn't like Derek taking over his position of power after Derek took office, he made Tibble Corporation grow more and more, which made Mr. Devon receive a lot of income from the company's shares.
But now Derek has become a maid.
He angrily stood up and slapped Derek. 'Today I will replace your father to teach you."
Derek sees Mr. Devon rush towards him, he doesn't dodge away, nor does he frown.
The sound of a slap rang out.
Derek was in pain, his left cheek was swollen, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.
His physical strength at this time could not withstand this slap, so his whole body staggered and almost fell.
Bertha caught his arm.
A slap doesn't make Mr. Devon calm down.
He raised his hand again, immediately wanting to slap Derek a second time.
Bertha grabbed his wrist and pushed hard. 'This place is not the lobby of Tibble's family, nor is it your company. Go away, don't act in front of me."
The bodyguard quickly pulled Mr. Devon back in his chair.
Derek was on his feet.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression still cold as before.
Even when Mr. Devon rushed over he didn't blink.
His black eyes were like an abyss, I didn't know what he was thinking.
Bertha looked at his pathetic face, she was a little angry.
She glared at Mr. Devon, with sarcasm. 'Okay, now the house no longer belongs to Tibble's family, so I'm giving up all the old rules."
'The house was robbed by this woman?'
Mr. Devon helplessly remembered Mrs. Victoria, he looked at Derek's indifferent appearance again, he immediately pointed at Derek's face and scolded. 'Do you know that you are now helping bad people do evil things? I left the city two days ago to investigate your father's death. This woman was likely involved in his death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Derek looked at him.
Mr. Devon gritted his teeth and continued. 'Before, this woman killed your father. Now she's taking over Tibble's family's property. She's extremely cruel and can't keep this woman."
He glanced at Derek.
'Derek, you have to make a decisive decision quickly."
After saying these words in front of Bertha, Mr. Devon sighed and went straight to the door of the General Director's office.
