Chapter 6
“Stop trying to scare me. Annora!”
“This is Washington D.C.!”
“I don’t believe you can overturn this whole damn city!”
Caleb’s face was dark as he dug his fingernails into his palms, screaming.
“I’m calling right now to find out what the hell you really are!”
Caleb grabbed his phone, hesitating over who to call.
Just then, an incoming call interrupted him.
He paused, then quickly answered.
“Caleb Stratmore, you motherfucker! If you want to die, go kill yourself! Why are you dragging me down with you?”
An angry voice exploded through the phone.
“Mr. Blackwell, what… what do you mean?”
Caleb asked in panic.
“Have you been living too comfortably these past years? Did you forget you used to be just some nobody employee kissing ass for a living?”
Charles Blackwell roared.
“I… I haven’t forgotten, but Mr. Blackwell, what land of background does she have that even you can’t afford to cross her?”
Caleb was almost in tears.
“How the hell should I know?”
“All I know is that someone higher up gave me an order years ago to help you out somehow, so I had to invest in your damn company.”
“But now that same person just tore me a new one over the phone, asking what the hell I did to get his boss so pissed off at him. You’re on your own!”
The line went dead.
Caleb was stunned. Someone who could command a powerful figure like Charles Blackwell with just one word was now getting chewed out because of
him?
Right as Charles Blackwell hung up, Morgan Whitlock called.
Morgan Whitlock was even more furious, saying that if the Whitlock family went down, he’d drag Caleb to hell with him!
Caleb collapsed to the ground in defeat.
Cheryl quickly helped him up, asking nervously.
“Mr. Stratmore, what kind of powerful connections does that bitch have?”
“It’s over. Everything’s over.”
Caleb muttered bitterly.
Cheryl frowned, cursing inwardly. New money really couldn’t handle pressure-the moment things got tough, they fell apart.
She was about to ask more questions when her phone buzzed with a notification.
“No way.”
After reading the message, Cheryl also went pale and collapsed to the ground.
The Blackwell and Whitlock families had issued a joint statement withdrawing all investments from Stratmore Enterprises and refusing any future
cooperation.
Stratmore’s stock price was plummeting!
Multiple government departments had issued joint statements saying they’d found numerous violations at Stratmore Enterprises and ordered immediate suspension of operations.
Washington D.C. really had been turned upside down.
“Mr. Stratmore, quick! Call Ms. Winchester! She’s your wife-she won’t let
Cheryl quickly snapped back to reality, urging him frantically.
“Right, right, Vivienne will definitely save me.”
you
die!”
Hope returned to Caleb’s eyes as he quickly dialed Vivienne Winchester’s number.
But before the call could connect, a car came speeding toward the entrance of Stratmore Enterprises.
Before it even stopped, a figure leaped out, jumped over both of them, and scrambled toward me on hands and knees, sliding to a stop and begging desperately.
“Dr. Sterling, I swear I didn’t know Caleb Stratmore was your husband!”
“I was wrong! Please, I’m begging you to spare me!”
