Chapter 77
Chapter 77
The next day, tabloids and social media were aze with a scandalous piece of news. Mr. Bainbridge
of the Chadwick Group had gotten stered during a night out and caused a scene at a hotel, stripping
down and performing an impromptu striptease before being hauled off by the cops.
The video showed Bainbridge, out of control and stark naked, in the throes of a drunken frenzy.
Eventually, a concerned bystander called the police, and they carted him away.
After a total rager of a night, Jarvis managed to spring him, stinking like a brewery.
Smack! Smack! Two sharp psnded on Bainbridge’s face.
“Are you sober up yet?” Jarvis had spent the entire night cleaning up the mess, calming the nerves of
the Chadwick Group’s employees, and spinning the narrative that Summit Corp’s backing would
guarantee a brighter future for thepany.
Thanks to his efforts, the stock prices had stabilized by morning. That 20% stake seemed to be the
only casualty.
He hadn’t expected his son to cause such a debacle.
“Dad, Larkin set me up! He said if I downed those drinks, he’d have my back,” Bainbridge sobbed, his
clothes crumpled and reeking of spoiled sauerkraut. “He left me naked in the hotel lobby!”
For Bainbridge, who was all about appearances, this was worse than death.
Smack!
Jarvis pped him again. “Pull yourself together! History is written by the victors! All this infamy means
nothing in the face of power and status!”
Sobbing uncontrobly, Bainbridge whimpered, “What do I do now?”
“Wait,” Jarvis said, a shadow crossing his eyes.
“Wait until your grandfather’s 70th birthday bash. He’ll hand over his 30% stake to us. For now, keep
your head down!”
Bainbridge nodded eagerly, his former arrogance nowhere in sight.
“And, get the Sawyer family to cover our losses. The condition is that you’ll marry Vivien,” Jarvis
sneered. “Better yet, get her pregnant. Your grandfather loves kids.”
These were all just pawns in his game. He had conveniently forgotten how he had disparaged Vivien at
the hospital.
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sense of purpose and a hint of malice in his voice.
Like fathat like son
Waldo toy low for a while. Your grandfather’s getting suspicious”
But Howard
He’s a piece of trash! Once we get those shares and control over the Chadwick Group, we’ll deal with
him once and for all
Bainbridge clenched his teeth and nodded in agreement.
Gwendolyn returned to the hospital after her leave ended.
Aken Yates praised her solid foundation and trusted her with the minor cases when things got busy.
She spent the day administering injections, feeling the ache in her back
and shoulders.
“Gwendolyn, it’s getting dark. Head home early” Aiken kindly suggested as he reviewed patient files.
He saw great potential in this young nurse and offered her a full–time position.
al do.” Gwendolyn packed up and left the hospital.
The night was pitch–ck, and the streets were getting empty.
She walked to the bus stop in the dim glow of the streetlights, trying to catch thest bus
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home at ten.
Checking the time on her phone, Gwendolyn remembered that this was when she usually finished with
Howard’s acupuncture.
Suddenly, her phone screen lit up with several messages from a college roommate she rarely spoke to.
One message in particr stopped her cold. [Gwendolyn, Mamie’s dead]
[They say she racked up a peer–to–peer loan of over twenty thousand dors, and the loan sharks
threatened to leak her intimate photos. Her parents and rtives back home are humiliated, disowning
her. Mamie was on the run, dodging debt collectors, when she got hit by a car. She died instantly.]
Gwendolyn’s fingers tightened around her phone, and her grip white–knuckled.
The news of Mamie’s death was a shock. She couldn’t quite identify the mix of emotions swirling within
her.