THE FORGOTTEN HUSBAND’S REVENGE!

Chapter 7: The Condition

“Maxwell, did you steal this?” Arabella muttered, staring at her husband with a raised brow and conflicted emotions on her face.

Maxwell’s gaze softened as he shook his head. “I didn’t steal it. They have belonged to my family for generations. But, I seem to have forgotten that if someone wants to remain blind, they will remain blind no matter what help is offered to them.”

“How dare you call us blind!?” Fred thundered. “If you don’t tell us the truth now, I will call the police!”

Nathan stepped in and grabbed the beads from Holloway’s shaking hands and held them up for everyone to see. “Look at them. They are just wood, anyone can get a piece of wood and crave beads out of them and announce it to the world that it’s a treasure. Master Holloway is probably unwell and just needs rest. Security, Take the master to a side room to rest.”

“No! Let me go! Give me back the necklace!” Holloway shrieked, trying to get hold of the beads but was restrained.

Nathan turned to Maxwell while Holloway was being dragged away, a vicious smile on his face. “Nice try, Mr Green. You almost had us, too bad Master Holloway was only unwell and I’m trying to respect Mr Zade here or else I would have had you thrown out of here because you don’t belong here.”

Maxwell scoffed. “I think you should be more concerned about the state of your painting rather than where I belong.”

Nathan raised a brow at his words and the shout of one of the guests piqued his attention as he glanced at his painting, his eyes widened with shock.

A drop of blue liquid fell from the Phoenix wings, followed by another, then another. The painting was melting, turning into a puddle on the floor.

“What… what is happening?”

Nathan’s face turned pale. His painting wasn’t real. He knew that. He had ordered his guard to get a knock off to present today but he hadn’t predicted this!

The guests were in a state of panic as they shot gazes at Nathan, most of them covering their nose with napkins because the stench of the melting chemical dyes from the painting was becoming unbearable.

“Silence!” George’s voice loomed over the murmurs, stopping them at once. “Nathan has always had this family interest at heart and there’s no way he would have brought a fake painting knowingly. This had to be a mistake.”

Maxwell sneered silently. Of course, George would do everything just to save face. Even if it meant bending the truth before him.

“Moving on, I would like to make an announcement,” George continued. “I have begun to age and I need most of the responsibilities weighing me down to be handed over to someone else. It is time for me to step back and give the chairmanship of the Zades Group to someone else.”

A collective gasp echoed in the room. Fred straightened up, ready to be called upon.

“But,” George raised a finger. “You all know I have two sons, one is very capable and the other isn’t but now, the company will go to the one who can secure a partnership with the Forest Hills Group.”

The hall went dead silent. The Forest Hills Company was one of the greatest companies in the corporate world, having only existed for four years their reputation as a multi dollar successful business speaks for them.

No one here even knew anything about the President of the company. It was said that the company was run by the assistant president in his stead. A woman who held the company’s affairs with an iron fist.