These past few months, Lester had finally tasted what it felt like to stand above others. Now, being asked to step down from his position as acting CEO meant falling from that peak—and who could accept such a blow?
“Yves, the Quigley Group isn’t what it used to be. You can’t just kick me out because you feel like it,” Lester protested, his fists clenched so tight the veins bulged on the backs of his hands. “Let’s call a board meeting tomorrow and let everyone vote. That’s the only fair way.”
Yves gave a cold, low chuckle. “Lester, have you forgotten who really calls the shots here? I own thirty-five percent of the shares.”
The remaining sixty-five percent was scattered among Mr. Quigley Sr., the other three sons of the Quigley family, and a handful of other shareholders.
So, even if it came down to a board vote, the person with the largest stake would still be Yves.
Lester’s face darkened in an instant. He gritted his teeth. “Yves, you’re just abusing your power.”
Yves arched a brow and smiled. “And what if I am? When I took over the Quigley Group, you were still studying overseas. You want to talk to me about competence?”
He’d joined the company at twenty, and by twenty-two had become the heir apparent—back then, he held only fifteen percent of the shares. It was only before he officially took over that Mr. Quigley Sr. transferred his late wife’s twenty percent to Yves, making him the largest shareholder.
“Grandpa, aren’t you going to say something?” Lester turned desperately to Mr. Quigley Sr., pinning all his hopes on him.
The old man simply waved his hand. “Yves is right. You can’t keep sitting in someone else’s seat. Now that Yves is back, what’s his should be returned to him.”


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