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Chapter 92 Chapter 92 20 Vouchers Whitney reluctantly opened the door, her cheeks still a little flushed. She shot Klein a sideways look and said, "Just go downstairs ahead of me." Klein smiled and said,"Nope. You made dinner especially for me, and I want to try it together with you." Whitney pursed her lips. 'Alright then,' she thought. "That's so like him, always so composed, you can't find fault with anything he does, Whitney mused. She just wished he'd tone down the teasing, especially after what happened in the kitchen just now.

Back to the point, Whitney picked up a piece of fish, took a slow bite, and said softly, "Did you ask Calvin to put in a good word for me with Townsend about my suspension?" Klein froze and said, "Suspension?" "You were suspended? When did that happen?" Klein asked. Whitney was taken aback. 'So he really didn't know?' she thought. 'Well, Calvin must've done it because of Ivan,' Whitney realized. "Oh, it's nothing. I've already been reinstated, so it's not a big deal," Whitney said. She kept the rest to herself. She saw no need to mention that George had a hand in her suspension.

George was Klein's big brother. Naturally, the two of them were close. Klein narrowed his eyes, his tone serious, "You still haven't answered my question." Whitney casually picked up a piece of fish and dropped it onto his plate, brushing off his question. "Just eat, okay? I've got a hearing tomorrow, so I need to prep in the study after dinner." she said. Realizing she was dodging him, Klein frowned. After dinner, they each went upstairs to their own studies. Watching her cat-like silhouette disappear, Klein slipped back into his study, lost in thought.

He headed downstairs and stopped by the princess room to feed little Mochi some rabbit food. He stroked her soft white fur and said, "Hey, your mom's hiding something from me. What do you think I should do to punish her?" Mochi just kept her head down, totally focused on her food, not understanding a word of his complicated question. Klein smiled and said, "I'll save the punishment for our wedding day." ***** The next morning, Calvin got called into Klein's office first thing. "Mr. Harris, Ryan said you wanted to see me," Calvin said.

13:10 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 92 068 20 vouchers, "Take a seat," Klein said, waving him over. "It's nothing major, just something I heard in passing. Did someone at PrimeBridge get suspended recently?" 'Here it comes,' Calvin thought, his heart skipping a beat. Calvin's heart tightened. He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Harris, I noticed someone was missing from the PrimeBridge team, so I asked around and found out it was Ms. Moore who'd been suspended. But PrimeBridge didn't give us any specifics, so I went to check with Mr. Walton. That's when I learned someone had talked to Mr.

Barton about her, which led to the suspension." "Someone? Is it someone from our team again?" Klein asked. Last time, one of Emily's classmates got fired for doing Emily a favor and trying to mess with Whitney. After that, you'd think nobody would be dumb enough to mess with Whitney again. But it turned out that the one causing all the drama this time was Klein's own brother. Calvin picked his words with extra care, giving a nervous chuckle, "Mr. Harris, I heard from Mr. Barton that Nolan went to see him." Last time, Nolan had hinted he was going to stir up trouble for Ms.

Moore after he accidentally discovered that she was Carter's ex-girlfriend. Calvin was torn. Should he tell Mr. Harris or not? "Mr. Harris, there's actually something else I haven't told you," Calvin said. Klein raised his eyebrows and said, "What is it?" He had a feeling it wasn't going to be good news. "When Ms. Moore came to the company for a meeting, Nolan told me not to go easy on her," Calvin said, keeping his head down. "He said Ms. Moore and Carter had already broken up." The room went dead silent. After Calvin finished, he didn't dare look up.

Klein said with a sneer, "Wow, he really went out of his way to warn you, huh?" "Alright, I get it. Co back to work," Klein said. Calvin slowly looked up and saw Klein's face, cold and intimidating. 'Ha, someone's about to have a really bad day, Calvin thought. Just as Calvin was about to step out, he heard Klein's cold, distant yoice behind. "Hold on, Mr. Malone. My wife prefers to keep a low profile. She doesn't want our business getting around. You get what I'm saying?" Calvin nodded like his life depended on it, "Absolutely, Mr. Harris. You can count on me. I'll zip my lips.

Not a soul will hear about this from me." he promised. As soon as Calvin walked out of Klein's office, he stood rooted to the spot. 'Hold on, did Klein just say what I think he said?' he thought, his mind. 'Wife?' 13:10 Wed, Dec 24 M Chapter 92 'Wait, does that mean Ms. Moore is actually married to my boss?!' Calvin nearly gaped out loud. 968 EI 20 vouchers That afternoon, Klein called a board meeting on short notice. George looked puzzled. "Nolan, have there been any changes in personnel at the company recently?" he asked. Nolan shook his head and said, "No, Mr.

Harris, there haven't been any." George wasn't the only one confused. Nolan was just as lost. There hadn't been any changes in company strategy or important investments lately, so both of them were left scratching their heads. At three o'clock, all the directors had arrived. Klein gave a quick overview of the company's current mergers and acquisitions, and then gave his brother George a calm look. Even at work, Klein always kept things strictly professional, even with his own brother. "Mr.

Harris, I've recently heard that your assistant, Nolan Lewis, has been meddling in our merger with NextSphere Electronics. Are you aware of this?" George asked, his tone serious. George was stunned. "Klein, who told you that? That's got to be a smear. Nolan has worked for me for ten years, and he'd never pull something like that!" Klein smiled and said flatly, "Sorry, Mr. Harris, but you should address me as Mr. Harris. This is a board meeting, after all." That was a serious burn.

The other directors all sat up straighter, thinking, 'Oh, no, are the two Harrises about to go at it?' Honestly, most of them were just here for the show. George froze and said, "Okay, Mr. Harris, do you have any solid evidence that Nolan interfered with the project?" Klein pursed his lips and his eyes turned cold. "My word is the evidence." he said. That single sentence was enough to seal Nolan's fate. "Consider this a warning, Mr. Harris. Keep your assistant in line. If it happens again, Nolan will be looking for a new job." "Meeting's over," Klein said, his tone final.

Klein strode straight out of the conference room, where Nolan and Ryan were waiting for him outside. Spotting his boss, Ryan quickly fell in step behind Klein, not wanting to miss a beat. Nolan was waiting for George. But as the other directors walked out, they kept giving him these weird, knowing glances. Finally, George stepped out of the conference room. Nolan saw that George looked unhappy and instantly knew something was wrong. "Mr. Harris, was something up in the meeting?" he asked. Chapter 92 068 20 vouchers George sighed. 'Crazy, isn't it?

I'm more than ten years older than Klein, but I still have to tiptoe around him, he thought. For the first time, he couldn't help but feel bitter about how his father had just handed most of the company over to Klein without a second thought. "He knows you went to PrimeBridge," George said. Nolan's heart skipped a beat. "Uh, is he mad?" Nolan asked, his voice shaky. "Yeah," George replied. Getting publicly called out by his own brother like that. This was way beyond just being angry. It was straight-up humiliation. "But Mr. Harris, why's Klein so pissed? Did Ms.

Moore go and rat me out?" Nolan asked. George's eyes flickered coldly. He'd been turning this over in his mind the whole time he was sitting in there. The engagement between Whitney and his family was already called off. She shouldn't have anything to do with his family anymore. Why was Klein still sticking his neck out for her? Klein was even willing to throw his own brother under the bus for her. 'Maybe Dad told him something?' George wondered. 'Forget it, it's Friday. We're all going back to Moore Manor for dinner anyway,' George thought.

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