Chapter 247
Always Been Yours
âItâs just a job that she has lost: She can seek employment elsewhere. How is it good news?â Silas snorted coldly.
He didnât think Tessa would be successful in playing the violin, but now that she had been dismissed, he looked down on his daughter even more.
He even felt a little embarrassed and didnât bother to listen to the last sentence.
âOh, Dad, let me finish. Why are you so anxious?â Sophia pouted and glared at her father before continuing, âWhat other job can she have? Iâm afraid you didnât even know that the Heavenly Chorus Orchestra was acquired by Sawyer Group a few months ago!â
âWhat? So, Tessa was fired by the Sawyer Group?â Silas asked in surprise.
Sophia smiled and replied, âWell, itâs not a big deal to be fired by Sawyer Group. After all, for a company as big as Sawyer Group, thereâs no saying how many people leave every day. However, sheâs the most special one. President Sawyer had even spoken up for her before and claimed that she was his woman, yet now, heâs involved with Stone Enterprise. He was probably just messing with Tessa. She really thinks too highly of herself, flaunting her power and angering President Sawyer. Now, it isnât as simple as losing her job. None of the orchestras in Brentwood dare to accept her because Sawyer Group has given a direct order that if they accepted Tessa, they would be going against Sawyer Group. Hahahaha. The fact that such a thing would befall Tessa is so amusing to me.â
After listening to what Sophia had relayed, Amber and Silas exchanged glances with each other.
Sure enough, Tessa had now been thrown out by Sawyer Group. Not only was she targeted, but even her younger brother was affected too. Wouldnât these two siblings just be waiting to be slaughtered in the future?
If they didnât grab it now, when was the right time?
After making up his mind to take over their projects, Silas began to investigate the address of Timothyâs company, then broke into the company with a group of people.
âWho are you people?â The people at the reception table were a little shocked when they saw the group of people and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.
Silas didnât answer, but immediately asked his bodyguards to restrain the receptionists while the others rushed in.
It happened that neither Timothy nor Henry went out today, so they couldnât help frowning when they heard the commotion outside as they went out to check the situation. âWhatâs going onâ¦â
Seeing Silas, they froze in unison before Timothy took an angry step forward. âSilas, what are you doing here?â
âWhat am I doing here? I came to visit my precious son. Canât I do that?â Silas sneered, cruelty obvious in his eyes as he said the most gentle words.
âPfft, bullsh*t. Whoâs your precious son? Do you think youâre worthy?â When Henry thought of how the father had treated his own son, he was sickened when he heard Silas use the words âprecious son!
He interrupted Silas coldly, âYouâre not welcome here! Get out!â
Timothy gritted his teeth. Being an orphan was better than having a blood-sucking father. âGet lost.â
Silas snarled, âB*stard. What kind of tone are you using with me?â
âWhat the hell are you doing here? Get out of here after youâre done,â Timothy added coldly.
âIâm not here for anything else today. Just hand over your completed softwares,â Silas demanded with a smile.
âIn your dreams!â Henry hissed.
He had never seen such a shameless person before!
Trash!
Timothy held Henry back, then gave him a soothing smile before turning to shoot Silas a cold look.
âSilas, itâs only been a few days. Have you already forgotten the Sawyer Group?â
âWhat? Hahaha. Sawyer Group? Oh, my dear son. Are you acting stupid, or are you really stupid? Do you think Sawyer Group is helping you? Are you dreaming?â Silas burst into laughter when he heard this.
Timothy asked coldly, âWhat do you mean?â
âIt seems that youâre really clueless. Why do you think your company canât get any clients? Itâs all because Sawyer Group sent out the order that any company who cooperates with you will be going against Sawyer Group. So, while I still want your scraps, hand them over now.â