Chapter 1020 - 529: Since You Like It, Next Time I’ll Make Sure You Have Fun (Part 2)

:"Let’s just talk about work, OK?" Beckett could see the hesitation in her eyes, but even if he couldn’t have her, just being able to see her every day was enough to make him feel incredibly satisfied.

:"Alright, but I really haven’t done it before." Avery felt she was a failure in life, sighing deeply in her heart, Wenyard, you spoiled me into a woman who can’t do anything.

"After you rest for a few days, we’ll start working, and you’ll be very busy then." People say a woman needs to rest for two weeks after a miscarriage. Even though Avery doesn’t talk about it, he can sense her sadness; sometimes at midnight, standing quietly outside her room, he can hear her suppressed, low sobbing...

On the desk in the Imperial Garden study, there was a lawsuit document.

As the current chairman of the Hughes Clan board, Luis Hughes had taken him to court. The charges could be broadly divided into several categories: first, embezzling a huge amount of Hughes Clan assets; second, unbeknownst to everyone, he had mortgaged Hughes Clan’s properties worldwide, causing significant problems in the clan’s cash flow. The third charge was the malicious manipulation of the stock market, causing Hughes Clan’s stocks to fluctuate constantly, among others.

"He’s really boring, if he can’t play, then he shouldn’t. This is like kids fighting, losing and going home to cry for help, but the court isn’t his playground." Julian Carter returned with a belly full of anger, and seeing the lawsuit the court delivered, his usually expressionless face showed a slight amused curve at the corner of his mouth.

"As long as shareholders owning fifty-one percent of the shares agree with what I did, then it doesn’t matter where he takes the lawsuit. In fact, this case, if I do nothing, would take years at the least; the amount involved is so large it’s beyond auditing, so even gathering evidence alone would be extremely troublesome. But I don’t want to expose the company’s affairs to public scrutiny, so we just need to acquire, then the eight percent that Eliza Bell has under her name now; you need to get a full proxy from her proving she’s fully entrusted her Hughes Clan shares to me. That will be enough." Even dressed in nothing but casual wear, appearing utterly languid, Joshua Hughes was known for his boundless energy; he was like a fierce leopard waiting for its prey to appear to pounce like lightning.

"Boss, sometimes you don’t have to work so hard. The Hughes Clan, when we left, already couldn’t produce the money on the books. With a lawsuit like this, surely they would want to hire the best lawyers, but how can they raise the ridiculously high lawyer fees? Should we wait for them to collect enough to hire a lawyer, then showcase that fifty-one percent stake? This way of playing is too thrilling; wouldn’t it end up ruining Luis?" Julian Carter’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, shrugged. Trying to ruin someone was not hard, and moreover, he had always found Luis unpleasant.

"Go ahead and do it," Joshua Hughes closed his eyes, his thick lashes covering all his thoughts.

She didn’t know if she was doing well; it should be good, because Beckett Wright would definitely cherish her. She had been living in Beckett’s house for several days now, and had never been out, probably because such events were too harmful to the body. The bodyguards were stationed there, reporting daily that Beckett went to the market, buying various fresh fruits, chicken, fish, vegetables, and all kinds of nourishing herbs. Just thinking about this made his heart ache unbearably, not wanting to dwell on other matters because he simply couldn’t bring himself to.

These tasks should have been done by him, she had his child, yet due to a twist of fate, he happened to be there, encountering her, and that damn woman just pushed her like that. Even if he knew it wasn’t solely because of the push that caused the miscarriage, he was filled with self-reproach, nearly wanting to kill himself.

He was so unaware, only realizing to let her go when it was too late. If he’d noticed the changes in her body earlier, even locking her up, he wouldn’t have let her go, at least until the child was born; then she truly wouldn’t be able to leave. But he failed to notice.

In the days after her departure, she rarely went out, eating instant noodles daily, no longer using the card he had given her. She found a job, standing for eight hours a day, and during those days, she was undeniably in a terrible mood. So that child’s loss was perhaps fate; it came at the worst time and left at the worst time just like that.