Page 138 of Ruthless Heir

I’m glad I waited because Jericho was able to find so much more than I was expecting from him.

It fascinates me how one little name can put all the pieces of a puzzle together and enable you to unveil the clear picture of lies and deceit.

I will enjoy being the Grim Reaper today.

I reach the meeting room. Everyone is there just like I imagined and even Layla is on time, ready to take her minutes.

She’ll get a real kick out of today’s meeting.

I glance at Father talking it up with Nigel in his usual joyous way and I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do. Nigel has been like a brother to my father.

When Luc’s father died Father was devastated—he still is. I think he turned to Nigel more to have someone to lean on.

“Oh good, you’re here, son,” Father says with a dip of his head to acknowledge me. “Are we okay to make a start? As you know, I’ll be flying back to Hong Kong later. I have a million things to do before I head out.”

“Don’t worry, this meeting won’t take long, and we’re good to go.” I smile back at him then glance at Hunter.

I avoid looking Nolan and Nigel in the eye. I may be happy I got them where I want them and they have no idea but I’m enraged by what I’ve found.

I stand next to Hunter and Luc but don’t sit.

I set the envelope I’m carrying on the empty space on the table before me and give Hunter a nod. As CEO he is actually going to open the floor.

He clears his throat in his habitual manner and sits forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’ve called this meeting because there are some extremely important matters that have been brought to my attention. These are matters that will jeopardize the company and our good name if left unattended.”

“What sort of matters?” Father asks, his brows knitting.

“Matters to do with Nigel and Nolan Fairchild.”

Both father and son look at each other.

“I can assure you nothing of the sort exists,” Nigel scoffs with that stupid fake innocence on hisstupidface.

“That’s where I beg to differ.” I imbue my voice with power and resilience.

“What do you mean?”

“I have evidence that you and Nolan have not only been embezzling money fromusfor months to fund your pump and dump scheme, but you’re also on the verge of bankruptcy.”

His face drains of all the blood and his eyes widen.

“There must be some mistake,” Nolan cuts in, his skin as pale as his father’s.

“Oh no, Nolan. There’s no mistake. But don’t take my word for it. Why don’t you all look at the evidence for yourself.” I pull the copies of the documents from my envelope and hand them one each.

I give Father the last copy. As he accepts it he looks at me with a hardness in his eyes I’ve never seen before. I know it’s not directed at me, though.

He takes the paperwork and reads through.

“May I draw your attention to the name Benjamin Deffort. You may want to check the full listing of his criminal activities in the back,” I add.

I glance at Layla, who is loving this display of mine just as much as I thought she would.

Father’s face is red with the fire of rage when he looks up from the document. I’m sure that’s from the part where he saw his best friend stole fifty million dollars from one of our smaller subsidiary companies.

Jericho checked out why we didn’t notice the money was missing and found that Nigel had hired someone on the inside tomess with the audit. The police picked up that guy from his desk an hour ago and took him into custody.

We wouldn’t have known anything until we did a manual audit, and we only do those at the end of the year.

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