Chapter 206


    Chapter 206 I’ve Never Held Baxon in High Regard


    The lounge was empty, devoid of any sign of people.


    Covertly, Chloe dialed Joseph’s number and discreetly pressed the record button. Sporting a puzzled


    expression, she asked, ” Isn’t there supposed to be an internal interview? Why are we here?”


    Maurice locked the door behind him, unable to contain his impulses as he lunged toward Chloe. “It is


    an interview–an internal interview, a one–on–one kind,” he replied.


    Chloe, who had prepared herself in advance, deftly sidestepped him, maintaining herposure. “How


    much money did you give Ellie to persuade her to do this?” she questioned.


    Maurice was taken aback, surprised at how quickly Chloe had figured it out. He sneered and said,


    “Since you’ve already caught on, I won’t pretend anymore. It wasn’t much, just a few grand. But money


    isn’t the point here. The point is that I promised to help her deal with you.”


    Chloe crossed her arms and beckoned him with a curl of her finger, a smile ying on her lips. It was a


    smile that held both innocence and provocation. “You want to deal with me? What are you waiting for


    then? Bring it.”


    Even though Maurice had encountered countless women, he could not resist her deliberate seduction.


    He yearned to immediately overpower and possess her. “Just wait. I’ll ‘deal‘ with you right now,” he


    responded, hastily removing his clothes.


    As he removed his final piece of clothing, the door was forcefully kicked open. Joseph stood there,


    silhouetted against the backlight, the soft light casting a gentle glow upon his slender figure. With his


    noble brows, captivating eyes, and an inherent radiance that seemed to adorn his entire being, he


    seemed to emanate a divine aura, as if a celestial being had descended into the room.


    Even though this moment had been orchestrated, Chloe could not help but be captivated by the sight of


    him for a few


    seconds. ‘How dashing. These facial features, this physique… Truly extraordinary in every way.‘


    Joseph locked eyes with the naked Maurice, a tinge of disgust evident in his gaze. He removed his suit


    and ced it over Chloe’s head, shielding her from the unsightly spectacle.


    The color drained from Maurice’s face as he hurriedly covered his private parts, desperately trying to


    retrieve his clothes and get dressed. But before he could react, Lucas swiftly kicked the garments out


    the door.


    Maurice panicked and smiled obsequiously. “Mr. Joseph, what are you doing? Chloe and I were willing


    participants. Have you misunderstood something?”


    Upon hearing the phrase “willing participants,” Chloe pulled off the suit on her head, pouted, and


    retorted with disdain, You engage in such promiscuous behavior, and I’m afraid of catching some filthy


    disease from you. Your so–called ‘willing participants‘ is a load of bullsh*t!”


    “Why you…!”


    Joseph pulled up a chair and sat down, his voicemanding


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    and cold. “Go and fetch Baxon’s board of directors,” he


    ordered.


    Lucas nodded briskly. “Yes, sir.”


    Without dy, several directors from nearby hurried over upon hearing the news. As they made their


    way to the lounge, Lucas provided them with a brief exnation of the situation. When theyid eyes


    on the scarcely dressed Maurice, the forlorn figure of Chloe in the corner, and the fiercely protective


    Joseph, the assembled directors instantly grasped the situation. Their faces reddened, not from


    physical pain,


    but from sheer embarrassment.


    “Mr. Joseph, we offer our sincere apologies for today’s incident,” one of the senior directors humbly


    addressed Joseph first before coldly addressing Maurice, “You are hereby terminated. From this


    moment onward, you are no longer associated with Baxon. Collect your belongings and get out of our


    sight.”


    Maurice panicked, disregarding hisck of clothing as he clung to the director’s thigh, wailing and


    pleading, “It’s not my fault! It was Ellie from Fairlight who asked me to do this!”


    “I’ll deal with Ellie, but as for you iming that you did it because she told you to, would you also


    commit murder if she asked you to?” Joseph’s words were sharp, his cold gaze sweeping over like a


    knife.


    Tormented by that piercing gaze, Maurice trembled and was rendered speechless, his lips quivering.


    After careful consideration, the senior director cautiously proposed, “Mr. Joseph, let’s handle this matter


    privately. It’s not necessary to make a big fuss over a mere employee. We’re


    all part of the financial circle, so I humbly request that you spare us from public embarrassment.”


    “I don’t recall indicating any intention to handle this privately.


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    “There’s no need to escte the situation over a minor employee. If this incident is exaggerated, it’ll


    portray that Fairlight doesn’t hold Baxon in high regard, and it could disrupt the harmony.”


    Terminating Maurice’s employment was a trivial matter, and offeringpensation was a minor


    concern. However, the presence of numerous attendees at the forum today could not be ignored. If


    news of this disgraceful incident were to spread, it could inflict severe damage upon Baxon’s


    reputation.


    Joseph’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ve misunderstood. I’ve never held Baxon in high regard.”


    “Mr. Joseph, in business, it’s wise to keep a path open and avoid extreme actions in all matters.”


    Joseph’s gaze remained indifferent. “Maurice dared to steal Fairlight’s technical data, and it’s either you


    tacitly approved of it or you couldn’t control him. Regardless of the reason, constantly seeking illicit


    gains instead of focusing on


    enhancing your own capabilities… Baxon won’t survive long in the financial world.”


    The directors of Baxon wore ashen faces, left speechless by his retort. Being mocked at their age was


    utterly embarrassing.


    Joseph could not be bothered to argue with these people any longer. He was ready to leave. Maurice


    remained kneeling on the ground, desperately clinging to a director’s thigh, begging


    not to be fired. When Joseph walked past him, he paused. In the next moment, his shiny leather shoes,


    as cold as ice,


    Maurice cried out in pain, “Mr. Joseph, please lift your foot! You’re stepping on my hand!”Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Joseph looked down at him from a position of superiority, unmoved. He even pressed down a few more


    times with his foot as if he wanted to etch the word “deliberate ” on his face.


    “Ouch, ouch! It hurts, Mr. Joseph! Please stop!”


    “If it hurts, then perhaps you should’ve exercised better control over your filthy hands.”