Chapter 132
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The family also held a party to celebrate Atlas's promotion. Some that night people ate and drank happily, while others ate and drank angrily.
"Dad, why did you give the chairmanship to Atlas? How can he manage Drkov Corporation when he is still sick? Moreover, isn't Dalziel a good manager? If you want to give the position back, you should..."
Speaking up to her, Mrs. Nenito was once again drawn away by Mr. Drkov's cold gaze. She never expected that Atlas would return to the company and become chairman.
What did that old man mean by hastily handing the position to Atlas? Mrs. Nenito speculated in her heart.
The dining table became silent because of Mrs. Nenito's complaints. Mr. Drkov showed an unhappy expression and coldly said, 'I feel that whoever is worthy will be given the position, no one is allowed to have any opinions."
'But dad…"
Mrs. Nenito still didn't want to, but was stopped by Dalziel: 'Mom, don't be like that, I feel that brother is very worthy of this position, later when brother becomes the general manager of Drkov Group, it will be much easier for me, isn't it great, come here, brother, I raise my glass to you, I hope you can manage Drkov Group well."
After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and turned to Atlas on the opposite side. In front of Atlas was a glass of red wine. He did not hesitate to pick up the glass and clink glasses with him.
The two brothers appeared to be very close and harmonious on the surface, but no one knew what each was thinking.
It was said to be a party, but this was just a normal family meal, so apart from Mrs. Nenito, who was initially dissatisfied, no one said anything more. Those who had a good appetite still ate well, those who had difficulty swallowing still could not eat, so Mrs. Nenito was the first to leave the meal. Dalziel, on the contrary, stayed until the end, eating and saying a few polite words to Atlas.
Speaking of Mrs. Nenito, when she returned to her room, she could not help but throw away some unpleasant things on the table, while throwing them, she cursed at Atlas.
'Damn it, damn it, it's always Atlas, Atlas, he's already ruined, why does he still value him so much, he should have died that year."
Mrs. Nenito kept pouting, not knowing what fatigue was, Dalziel walked in. He looked at the mess on the ground and then at his mother who was frantically throwing things, and couldn't help but frown: "Mom, what's the use of being angry?" Dalziel ask.
Mrs. Nenito heard her son's voice and stopped throwing things, hurriedly walked towards him and asked: "Son, quickly tell me what's going on? Why did that old man let Atlas become the chairman?"
"Mom, calm down, I just found out about this this morning, I don't understand what that old man is thinking."
Dalziel coldly snorted.
"Then, what should we do now, if he becomes the chairman, you and I will be oppressed by him, and Daisy too, don't you know, this morning I only sent a few servants to help Vivian, but unexpectedly he yelled at me and told me to pay the workers' wages today, and didn't even bother to look at me. If that Atlas becomes the chairman, how much more will he brag?"
Mrs. Nenito was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore because of this news day and night.
"If Atlas becomes president, I guarantee you, he won't be able to sit still for a week."
Dalziel sat down on the chair and said confidently.
Mrs. Nenito's eyes lit up: "Do you have any plans?"
"Yes, I've arranged a perfect plan from the beginning, you don't need to worry."
He had Phelmi behind him to lean on, that's why he could be so carefree and worry-free.
"I just need to endure for another week, right?"
Mrs. Nenito calmed down and asked excitedly.
"This week, you go to Vivian, stay by her side and caress her for me, and leave this house to Daisy to manage, after you return, it will be yours."
Dalziel said his tone as if he had everything in his hands.
"So, what if she changes the order in the house?"
Mrs. Nenito asked nervously.
'What are you worried about? Give her a week to do as she pleases, then do whatever you want with her."
After listening, Mrs. Nenito calmed down and said, 'Okay, I'll listen to you."
The corners of Dalziel's lips curled up slightly, he was about to play with Atlas for the last time.
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In the kitchen, Daisy finished instructing the servants and was about to return to her room when she saw Lisa carrying a tray of food down.
'What's wrong? Isn't the Second Madam eating?"
Daisy asked.
'She said she has no appetite."
Lisa shook her head.
Daisy thought for a moment and asked, 'Is the Second Young Master in the room?"
'No, ma'am."
Daisy said again, 'Okay, bring the food to the kitchen, make me a cup of milk, and bring it to the Second Madam's room."
After saying that, Daisy went upstairs again. Normally, she only went to the second floor when Mr. Drkov called, this was the first time she took the initiative to go upstairs.
Daisy stopped in front of Winifred and her husband's room and knocked three times.
A weak voice came from inside: 'What's the matter? I told you I won't eat it, take it away."
'It's me."
Daisy replied, not caring about the owner inside, opening the door and entering.
Winifred lay on the bed, hearing someone's footsteps, she glanced at the door: "Why did you come in?"
"I heard you didn't eat anything, why do you torture yourself like this."
Daisy naturally sat down on the chair next to the bed.
"I just don't want to eat."
Winifred said in tears.
At this time, the knock on the door rang out again: "Miss, I brought milk."
"Yes, please come in."
