My Wife is a Sassy Queen

After a few minutes, Jonathan started speaking.

“A few months ago, the three project managers came to see me. Unexpectedly, it was because someone had kidnapped their family members to coerce them into sabotaging their projects at the last minute.”

“Naturally, we involved the police discreetly and rescued the hostages. My wife suggested keeping everything under wraps to see who else had conspired with the mastermind from inside the company.”

“After all, the mastermind was halfway across the world and had no grudges against me. Someone from the inside had to tell them who was in charge of which project.”

“So, we pretended to have a high-profile project failure. And here we are.”

“What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Cox?”

Mr. Cox trembled as everyone looked at him in shock.

He stammered, “You can’t accuse anyone without proof, Jonathan.”

Jonathan opened a file and slammed several proofs of him hiring ghostwriters to slander Jonathan and his management. He was the one who had leaked about the project’s failure.

There are open secrets in business, and then there’s selling that info to the tabloids.

Mr. Cox did not realize it had been a trap from the beginning. He had thought Jonathan would be busy cleaning up the mess and salvaging the situation.

Even then, he had been careful. But who would have thought even the cops were involved?

Jonathan dealt him another blow, “By the way, I filed a lawsuit against you for selling company secrets and spreading false news. It’s commercial fraud, for it looks like you are trying to short-sell our shares.”

Mr. Cox had lost all arrogance by then. He muttered, “No! Don’t!”

Jonathan laughed, “Don’t!”

He looked at Mr. Windt and spat, “Mr. Windt, you wanted to rope my wife into making trouble for me?”

Mr. Windt looked at him with wide eyes.

“How could I? President Smith, that’s not true. It must be a misunderstanding.”

Liliana spoke, “Really?”

“Then, why did your assistant send me so many emails?”

She passed a tablet to him, and he choked on his saliva.

The mysterious shareholder they had tried and failed to rope into topping Jonathan was his wife.

He shook his head in denial, “This can’t be!”

Liliana clicked her tongue and clarified, “You mean that I can’t be the mysterious shareholder with 25% shares of the Smith Group? That’s too bad.”

“As I said, I understand shares and shareholder’s meetings better than you think.”

Mr. Cox and Mr. Windt were visibly shaking by then.

Jeremy Winston trembled with rage.

“How dare you?”

The other shareholders found their voice as well.

“Mr. Cox, how could you?”

“We all know you don’t like President Smith. But kidnapping the employee’s family! That’s a new low.”

“You should boycott the shares. We don’t want you tainting the company.”

“Yeah, they need to be removed.”

“President Smith, let’s file a lawsuit against them. They need to be in jail.”

“For our company’s security, we need to remove them as soon as possible.”

After some five-odd minutes, everyone quieted down.

Jonathan spoke, “Sign this! Leave all the shares to the company. I will pay you based on the market price. I hope you can retire and leave P City. Otherwise, I will be bound to keep you behind bars.”

Mr. Windt sobbed, “President Smith, trust me, I had no idea about the kidnapping. I thought he had bribed the project managers like I was.”

Jonathan snorted, “Why do you think I am letting you off the hook?”

Mr. Cox folded his hands in a prayer-like gesture and spoke, “He will never let us off.”

Liliana said flippantly, “Don’t worry! Bronsson Mcclory or Brian Lory’s is next on the list.”

Mr. Cox looked at her in shock, “How? You knew all along?”

She shrugged.

Jonathan was speechless. His wife made it look like it was child’s play for her.

It had taken Vincent two weeks to gather all the information.

He wondered how soon she knew of everything. ‘Did she know everything since Windt contacted her?’

He looked at her in awe. He shifted a bit in his seat as he felt turned on.