Chapter 1813 Kicked Out Of The Company
âSince youâve discovered everything, I have nothing else to say. What will you do?â Oswald asked after
he shut the file. I might have done many things behind his back, but he wonât get rid of me for his
fatherâs sake.
âYouâll be dismissed from your position and Nightshire Group wonât pay you for your services anymore.
If youâre willing to sell your shares, I will buy them from you. If youâre not willing to sell them, you will
receive dividends according to the percentage of your shares every year. However, you no longer need
to attend the annual general meeting,â Vinson revealed as he stared Oswald in the eye.
Oswaldâs eyes turned as wide as saucers. He worked hard his entire life for Nightshire Group but
ended up getting kicked out of the company.
âYou are welcome to state your disagreement,â Vinson added nonchalantly when he realized Oswald
was staring at him incredulously.
Resentment brewed deep within Oswald. All I did was use my position to gain profits for my company.
So what if I took a few million from the company? Is there a need to fire me?
Oswald wanted to say that he disagreed with Vinsonâs decision, but he dared not voice his objection
out loud. He was afraid that Vinson would abide by the law and send him to jail. That was something he
never wanted.
âI donât have any objections.â With that said, Oswald slammed the file onto the table and stomped out
of the room.
Vinsonâs face remained devoid of expression even after Oswald left the conference room in a fit of fury.
He then turned to look at the other directors.
âVinson, I know I was wrong for being corrupted. I shall repay the money I embezzled from the
company, so please donât dismiss me,â one of the directors, Patrick Chance, immediately pleaded.
I wouldnât have done that if my wife wasnât ill and in need of money for treatment. One wrong move and
I landed in the darkest pit. My reputation is destroyed. Iâve wronged the company and Vinson. Most
importantly, Iâve let Vinson down for he trusted me.
âMr. Chance, you donât have to repay the moneyââ
Before Vinson could finish, Patrick cut in, âAre you insisting on firing me?â He then lowered his head
despondently. It was my fault. I shouldnât have gotten greedy. I thought giving back the money later
would suffice.
âI deserve to be punished for what I did. Getting dismissed from my position is an apt punishment.â
âMr. Chance, listen to me. Take it that the company has paid for Mrs. Chanceâs treatment. Donât you
think of resigning from your job,â Vinson uttered.
Patrick gazed at him in disbelief. He promptly heaved a sigh of relief when Vinson smiled and nodded
at him.
âVinson, Iâm an idiotââ
Vinson instantly interjected, âWe didnât do a good job. Mrs. Chance was seriously ill, but we didnât give
you the necessary help.â
Patrick and his wife only had a son, but the latter passed away in a car accident not long after he
graduated from university. Thus, they only had each other. Mrs. Chance was ill, but my mom and
Rayson didnât know anything. It was our fault Mr. Chance had to resort to corruption.
âDonât worry. After my wife gets better, you can deduct the money from my salary. Just leave us some
money for our daily expenses,â Patrick told him.
They werenât in need of that much money anyway.
âSure!â Vinson knew that Patrick wouldnât relax until he agreed to his suggestion, so he nodded with a
grin. After that, he turned to another man as his expression turned icy.