Chapter 950


    Ryder approached Peter with a nonchnt stride, casually asking, "You alright there?”


    Peter was taken aback. He hadn''t expected Ryder to show any concern, especially with his eyes cold as winter frost, sending


    shivers down Peter''s spine.


    Struggling to keep hisposure, Peter stuttered, "I''m fine, thank you, Mr. Whitfield, I—"


    Before he could finish his sentence, Ryder''s fist shot out, knocking Peter to the ground once again.


    The onlookers werepletely bbergasted. What on earth was going on?


    Agnes stood there, she was shocked.


    Ryder looked ready to throw another punch, but Agnes stepped in front of him.


    It wasn''t out of pity for Peter.


    Ryder had been nursing an injured hand, with a metal brace still embedded in the bone. He''d been practically immobilized for


    months, unable to make any major moves.


    Agnes, worried about his condition, grabbed Ryder''s arm urgently, "Enough, Ryder. Think about your hand. He''s not worth it."


    Peter was as confused as he was hurt. But it didn''t take long for the gears in his head to turn.


    It became clear that Miss Pritchard must hold a special ce in Ryder''s heart.


    He cursed his luck. Of all the women to take a fancy to, he had to choose the big boss''dy.


    Ryder was no ordinary Joe. He had parachuted into the Tim Group just a few months back, and right off the bat, he snapped up


    twenty percent of thepany''s shares, bing its top dog.


    Everyone knew about his ties with Jared—they were brothers in arms.


    Now, Ryder was on the rise, acquiringpanies, investing in Starling City, cozying up to major shareholders, and quietly


    amassing a portfolio of smaller stakes.


    With a board meeting just days away, the buzz was that Ryder would likely be the next chairman. And if his tactics against Jared


    were anything to go by, Peter knew he was dealing with a ruthless man.


    So, even as he nursed his bruises, Peter didn''t dare retaliate. Instead, he was all apologies, practically groveling, "Mr. Whitfield,


    I''m sorry. Please forgive me this once. I''ll apologize to Miss Pritchard. It won''t happen again."


    Ryder''s response was icy, "Go to HR tomorrow and resign. | don''t want to see your face around here ever again."


    "Mr. Whitfield, please, give me another chance," Peter begged, almost on his knees. He had wed his way up the corporate


    ladder for years, and now it could all vanish in an instant. Pride was thest thing on his mind.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    But Ryder was unyielding, "Don’t make me repeat myself. If | see you at thepany again, it won''t just be termination. I''ll


    ckball you in the industry so thoroughly, you won''t find a decent job anywhere."


    Agnes, overhearing this exchange, felt a sense of déja vu. Hadn''t Jared said something simr to Ynda Bowman once? Why


    did these two men handle conflicts so simrly, even down to their tone of voice?


    Without another word, Ryder turned to Agnes and said, "Let''s get out of here."


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    Peter copsed back into his chair, while everyone else exchanged puzzled looks.


    Someone whispered in disbelief, "Who the hell is this Mr. Whitfield?"


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    Shock rippled through the room.


    Agnes stepped out of the Caesar


    International Hotel and, saw Ryders


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    Ryder''s expression was still stormy as they approached the sleek vehicle.