Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 103

“Don’t believe the news, Mommy. This is all nonsense,” said ‘Miles’—who was, in fact, Ollie as he hurriedly rolled up the newspaper and tossed it into the trash.

“They’ve got photos, Miles. How do you know it’s nonsense?” asked Catelyn.

“I just know,” replied Ollie. He moved a small bench and sat across from Catelyn before he added solemnly, “He’s the youngest president of Mason Group and the eldest of the Mason family. He’s handsome, young, and has a promising future. Many women wish to marry him. This photo was probably posted by someone to deliberately hype up the scandal.”

Catelyn gave Ollie a bewildered stare. “It’s rare for you to praise others like this. You like him? ” she asked.

Miles usually hated mentioning other men to her, but he appeared to have a change of heart today.

“He helped us in the hospital yesterday, and he should know to reciprocate,” said Ollie. It was a reasonable statement, anyway. His large eyes shone with longingness and an ingratiating expression, and Catelyn merely smiled at him.

Jamie was bedridden in the hospital for more than half a month. After learning that the company was at a stage of a crisis, he could no longer stay idle as he forcibly demanded to be discharged.

Just as he returned to Mason Villa, the phone rang, and he answered impatiently.

“What’s going on in the company?”

“Mister Mason, we’re supposed to renew the project contract with headquarters yesterday, but I didn’t receive any notice. The other party had deducted the order and gave it to another colleague of the

Mason family. Do you know any of this?” came the anxious voice of a middle aged man over the phone.

All the employees were waiting for orders from Mason Headquarters.

Jamie had heard enough negative news. He thought that Cedrick would have stopped interfering, but he did not expect a loss in the investment projects. Heck, even his industrial orders were seized! Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Handle the employees first, and deal with the orders,” instructed Jamie.

The middle-aged man at the other end anxiously rambled, “But we opened this factory because you got an order from the Mason Headquarters! There are so many employees in the factory, and if the orders didn’t come-“.

“I said I’ll handle it. Don’t you understand?” interrupted Jamie.

“But-”

Click! Jamie ended the call and pulled off his tie impatiently.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his phone screen lit up once more, this time due to a call from an investment bank manager. A company Jamie had recently invested in was about to go public when, all of a sudden, a bad scandal broke out just two days before the listing. In the end, the listing plan was temporarily put on hold.

Jamie did not bother answering the phone, instead smashing his phone onto the ground in anger. However, his aggression triggered the wounds on his body. Moreover, Jamie’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

He blamed the Atherton sisters and Queenie. He had warned them all against accusing Catelyn, and he did it sternly.

Queenie, at that moment, was carrying some medicine and warm water upstairs when she saw the floor littered with messes, as well as remnants of Jamie’s shattered phone. “Brother! God, what’s wrong with you?” Queenie widened her eyes in horror.

At the moment, Jamie was busy worrying about the company’s affairs. He shouted at Queenie the moment he saw her, “It’s all your fault!

“Let me tell you, if my company collapses, you’ll be sorry!”

Queenie was stunned for a moment.

“What have I done?” Aggrieved, she cried, “Mom agreed to sue Catelyn, and Louella didn’t refuse, either. Why are you blaming me for this?” Jamie ignored her pleas as he viciously snapped, “Get out. I don’t want to see you!”

“You… Fine! Scolding me is all you know what to do. Why not try facing the man who actually hurt you? All you know is to blame someone else. I’ve had enough of such a lousy brother like

you!”

At this moment, Queenie’s hatred toward Catelyn intensified, and she wanted nothing more than to rip that woman apart at this very minute.