Chapter <b>100 </b>
<b>Chapter 100 </b>
<b>Henry’s </b>eyes widened in disbelief. He thought, ‘How could I, as an elder, apologize to a junior? Especially not in front of so many people, Isn’t that the same as dragging my reputation through the mud?‘
<b>“</b>You don’t want to?” Landon raised an eyebrow coldly,
head slightly to Amelia. “I’m sorry.”
o powerful presence sending a chill down Henry’s spine. Gritting his teeth, Flenry bowed his
<b>“</b>Landon is almost fully recovered now. From now on, thepany will be managed by the two of us, so you don’t need to worry anymore,” Amelia <b>said</b><b>. </b>Too ashamed to stay, Henry turned and stormed out.
The shareholders and executives, seeing Landon had
Many people said, “Mr. Kingsley, we’ve missed you returned, smiled warmly, “Congrattions on your recovery, Mr. Kingsley.”
your time away.” Their heartfelt enthusiasm filled Landon with appreciation. He quietly took
Amelia’s hand and whispered, “You won the bet. Are you happy?”
“Yes,” Amelia replied, her eyes lighting up with a smile. Winning her very first bet felt incredibly satisfying. It seemed like she was falling in love <b>with </b><b>the </b>role of a powerful CEO.
“I’m tired. Let’s talkter,” Landon said.
“Okay.” Amelia stood and addressed the room, “Guys, Landon’s recovery is still ongoing. Let’s wrap up today’s meeting here.”
Someone replied, “Of course. Mr. Kingsley, please rest well.”
Many people echoed, “Wishing Mr. Kingsley a full recovery soon.”
Amelia wheeled Landon back to the CEO’s office, where the secretaries couldn’t help but offer their well–wishes. Once the office door was closed, she quickly called out, “Dr. Harrington, please take a look at him.”
“Amelia, there’s no need,” Wesleyughed. “Landon’s doing just fine. Today, I finally got to see you in action. You’re truly a woman <b>of </b>great capability.”
Amelia blushed awkwardly, smiling. “I’m not that impressive. It’s all thanks to Landon’s support behind the scenes.<b>” </b>
“Everyone says you’re decisive and exceptionally capable,” Wesley teased.
Amelia nced at Landon and thought, ‘Am I really that capable?‘
“You’re very impressive.” Landon nodded. “But you need to change how you address me.”
“How?” Amelia was puzzled.
Landon continued, “Don’t call me by my full name in public anymore. From now on,
, you’ll call me honey.”
Wesley burst outughing. “Exactly. Amelia, you’d better pay attention.”
Amelia froze, a shy blush spreading across her face. “That’s not appropriate.”
“I’ve been calling you honey,” Landon teased.
“You don’t have to call me that,” Amelia replied, frowning slightly. She didn’t force him to do anything. Besides, Landon hadn’t exactly <b>gotten </b><b>her </b>permission to call her that in front of everyone.
“Wasn’t it you who started it?” Landon smirked. “Grandma always hears you calling me so sweetly when she visits.”
Amelia’s face turned bright red. She stammered, “That was<b>…</b>because I had no other choice.”
“Well, the situation isn’t much better now,” Landon continued. “My legs still aren’t fully recovered<b>, </b>and <b>they </b><b>won’t </b><b>let </b><b>this </b><b>slide</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
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<b>Amelia’s </b>heart <b>skipped </b><b>a </b>beat<b>. </b><b>“</b>What should we do?”
“<b>Honey</b>, you’ll need to continue to work at thepany,” Landon said.
<b>“</b>Isn’t that unnecessary?” Amelia sighed, clearly unh
involved?‘
She thought, ‘It’s hispany–he can manage <b>it </b>just fine on his <b>own</b><b>. </b><b>Why </b><b>do </b><b>I </b><b>need </b><b>to </b>get
“You know, I get tired easily and need more rest,” Landon added, coughing lightly for emphasis.
Wesley chuckled, “Amelia, when Landon’s fully
“…” Amelia was at a loss for words. She thought, ‘I’m
“Mr. Kingsley, the rest area is ready,” Aaron said.
it’ll be up to you.”
a
miracle worker–why is all this pressure being ced on me<b>?</b><b>‘ </b>
“Honey, continue working,” Landon waved, heading to rest.
“Amelia, you can do this. We’re all rooting for you,” Wesley said
as he left.
Speechless, Amelia looked at the pile of work on her desk and felt a headacheing <b>on</b>. With a deep sigh, she resigned herself <b>to </b>getting started.
Meanwhile, Landon wasfortably lying in the CEO’s office’s
have Mrs. Kingsley work like this?”
rest area<b>, </b>scrolling through his phone. Aaron murmured, “Mr. Kingsley, is it really okay <b>to </b>
“For two million dors a day–who wouldn’t like this kind of work?” Landon replied tly.
“Good point,” Aaron said and thought to himself, ‘Give me two million dors a day, and my whole family is at your service.’
“Have they caught the person who killed Zachary?” Landon asked.
“Not yet. But the Foster family has already taken Zachary’s body back. The police have started investigating based on the type of gun used by the killer.”
“We need them to move faster. William can’t die.” Landon narrowed his eyes. He thought, ‘What does William know that is worth Zachary being silenced?‘
“Mr. Kingsley, as you instructed, four more bodyguards have been assigned to protect Mrs. Kingsley in secret. However, Pam’s emotions are unstable, and she might cause trouble again.”
“Tell Matthew to control Pam. If he can’t even handle this, then he has no business running the Foster family,” Landon snorted coldly. Aaron nodded in understanding and immediately sent a message to Matthew.
Landon unlocked his phone and started his work–informing the family businesses and major clients that he was back at thepany and doing some rtionship management through words.
Amelia was too young, with little experience and work knowledge. Under his guidance, thepany hadn’t suffered losses, but the profits were too small, and that wasn’t a long–term solution.
Right now, there were countless undercurrents, waiting to take over Kingsley Group’s clients. Landon had to take action. And Patrick<b>, </b>that freak, <b>was </b><b>a </b>threat that couldn’t be ignored.
Landon’s concerns proved to be right. At that moment, Patrick had parked his car not far from Kingsley Vi, gritting <b>his </b>teeth <b>as </b><b>he </b><b>stared </b><b>at </b><b>the </b><b>vi </b><b>in </b>
front of him.
After receiving a call from Henry, Patrick rushed over immediately, hoping to kill Landon while he was still recovering. But Landon <b>wasn’t </b><b>home</b>. He <b>had </b>gone to thepany early, keeping it a secret from everyone.
Patrick, frustrated, asked Henry on the phone, “Dad, is he really up and talking?<b>” </b>
“He’s energetic. Except for his legs, he’s just like before,” Henry said angrily. “Patrick, we’ve been fooled by him and Amelia.”
“Such a great scheme…” Patrick let out a cold, eerieugh that sent shivers down the spine.
Henry snapped, “It’s all Amelia’s fault. If she hadn’t taken Landon out of the hospital,
we would have seeded by now.”
“Dad, what’s the point of ming a woman? Our real opponent is Landon,” Patrick said.
“Are you still defending Amelia?” Henry eximed in surprise. “Let me tell you, Amelia is sharp. The tricks you used on her? She probably saw right through them.”
Patrick thought, ‘Tricks? Not entirely. Amelia has sessfully awakened my desire to conquer.‘
“Dad, no one is allowed to hurt Amelia without my permission. As for Landon, he must die.” Patrick gripped the steering wheel tightly, so furious that he could almost drive into the vi. But Landon wasn’t home. What was the point <b>of </b>crashing into the house?
“Of course. If he doesn’t die, we’ll all have to live under his thumb. This needs careful nning<b>. </b>Come back and discuss it.”
“No need to discuss, I have a n.” Patrick gave a sinister smile, turned the steering wheel, and headed to Kingsley Group. If he couldn’t handle things in the shadows, he’d bring them into the open.
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