Chapter 155: So It’s All About Relying on Your Dad
Chapter 155: Chapter 155: So It’s All About Relying on Your Dad
After silently roasting him in her head, Arabella Donovan felt something was off. ’If Zane Lynch really can’t perform, then where did their child come from?’
’So, it’s not that he can’t perform. At most, he’s just unlucky, a bit dense, and slow on the uptake. He managed to lose his wife and child just like that.’
Cold sweat dripped down Hugh Donovan’s forehead as he listened to the story of Zane Lynch and his wife.
He was relieved that while his family’s drama was a headache, at least it wasn’t this hellish. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. ’My dear younger cousin is always complaining about how unreliable I am, but Cousin Eloise’s cousin is way more unreliable than me. Compared to him, I don’t seem so bad after all.’
Eloise Donovan couldn’t get the tea remotely due to the distance, but she had an ace up her sleeve. While she was talking to Arabella Donovan, Mrs. Donovan compiled the whole story and texted it to her.
After reading it, Eloise Donovan wore a complicated expression.
The Lynch family members saw the change in Eloise Donovan’s expression, and their hearts skipped a beat. Worried that speaking up would interrupt the conversation, they could only suppress their curiosity and concern and wait patiently.
When Eloise Donovan hung up the phone, they eagerly rushed forward to ask, "Eloise, how did it go? Did you get the address?"
Eloise Donovan glanced at Miss Lynch. "I got the address, but..."
"But what?"
"Miss Lynch, may I speak with you privately?"
Miss Lynch hadn’t expected Eloise Donovan to say that. She paused for a moment before replying, "Of course. Let’s talk inside."
"Sigh... Mom, Eloise..." Zane Lynch silently reached out a desperate hand, a pitiful look on his face as if begging to be taken along.
Caspian Rhodes glanced at him and suddenly reached out to pat his shoulder.
Zane Lynch had a look of utter confusion. "Bro, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. You’d better pray for yourself." Based on Caspian Rhodes’s understanding of a certain someone, and the tone she used when mentioning this matter earlier, his foolish little brother was in for a world of hurt this time. If he was lucky, he’d only be skinned alive.
Zane Lynch: "???"
It had to be said, Caspian Rhodes’s guess wasn’t far from the truth. He knew his people well.
Eloise Donovan and Miss Lynch talked in the room for about twenty minutes, and for those twenty minutes, Zane Lynch was a gecko plastered to the door.
Unfortunately, the room was too well soundproofed, and Zane Lynch couldn’t hear a single word.
Just as he was itching to break down the door, it suddenly flew open with a BANG, startling Zane Lynch so badly he nearly staggered forward and fell flat on his face.
"Mom, Eloise, you two..." Zane Lynch let out an awkward chuckle. The moment he looked up, he was met with Eloise Donovan’s awkward yet polite smile.
He then looked at Miss Lynch, who was standing in the shadows behind the door. The others couldn’t see her expression, but Zane Lynch was inexplicably filled with a sense of crisis that made his very skin tighten.
"Mom, are you..." Before Zane Lynch could finish his sentence, he watched in horror as Mrs. Lynch pulled a thin feather duster out of nowhere and raised it to swing at him.
Zane Lynch: "?!!" ’Help... Help me!’
Arabella Donovan was completely unaware that her few sarcastic remarks had successfully ignited a family war. The conflict had facilitated communication between two generations of the Lynch family, evolving from a men’s singles match to a women’s singles, before naturally progressing into a mixed doubles event. The bloodcurdling screams of a certain someone echoed through the halls, a sound to make any listener weep. It was truly a great tragedy of our time!
Arabella Donovan had just finished gossiping with her fourth sister about the Lynch family’s soap-opera drama. After finally finishing the apple she’d been nibbling on for ages, she moved on to the honeydew melon at the edge of the fruit platter when her phone rang again.
This time, as expected, it was Kieran Kerr.
Poor Kerr had given up his leisure time on the cruise ship and diligently rushed back to the office to work overtime. Consequently, his subordinates had no choice but to tearfully accept their triple overtime pay and work alongside their big boss.
Perhaps being called back during a holiday hit a nerve with the employees. Their resentment toward the culprit who caused this was immense, fueling their efficiency to be swift and precise. In just a few hours, they had dug up everything there was to know about the design department manager’s life story, personal connections, and relatives!
"Evelyn Lane, twenty-eight years old. Joined the Aethel Jade Group’s design department two months ago and was parachuted in as the design department manager."
Kieran Kerr read the file his subordinates had just brought him, feeling more and more like a complete sucker. Such an important position had been infiltrated, and as the company’s general manager, he was the last to know. He only realized it after a tip from an outsider!
"I’ve already had someone do a detailed background check on this person. Although she graduated from a prestigious university like your sister-in-law, Master Donovan, she doesn’t actually have much skill. Her diploma and some of her works were all bought by her family. This is the kind of thing that can only fool uninformed outsiders; it’s no secret to veterans in the industry."
In other words, any industry insider could see something was fishy at a glance. The only reason no one called it out was due to social politics.
But for a jewelry company like theirs, what they needed was genuine talent and skill, not social politics. The design department, in particular, was a position that couldn’t tolerate even a hint of fraud.
Therefore, the very existence of Evelyn Lane as a department manager was rather suspicious.
"The reason this woman was able to parachute into the design department and become manager over veteran employees who have been with us for four or five years is because she’s related to my uncle by marriage."
Arabella Donovan raised an eyebrow. "She’s your uncle’s..."
"Her maternal aunt is my uncle’s wife, which makes my uncle her uncle-in-law."
"I see." ’No wonder she could just parachute in as a department manager. It was all nepotism!’
Everyone in the room: "..." When you put it that way, it wasn’t wrong.
"Since she’s a relative of your uncle, Mr. Kerr, then please just transfer my second sister-in-law to another department."
"No, no, that won’t be necessary. I’ll have HR fire Evelyn Lane tomorrow. Please rest assured, Master Donovan, something like this will never happen again."
"But..."
Seemingly sensing Arabella Donovan’s hesitation, Kieran Kerr smiled and explained, "My mother and I aren’t on good terms with my father’s side of the family. Nine times out of ten, these people were guilt-tripped into the company while my father was still alive. They never do any real work and spend all their time on shady schemes. My mother and I have wanted to clear out these parasites for a long time, but we never found the right opportunity. Instead, they’ve only gotten worse, going behind our backs to pull these little tricks."
With Kieran Kerr’s explanation, Arabella Donovan understood. Her thoughts immediately turned to the shameless ploy this Miss Lane had planned to frame her second sister-in-law.
"Mr. Kerr, does your company have surveillance cameras at the workstations?"
"At the workstations? Generally, no. That involves employee privacy, so the company doesn’t just install cameras near employee desks."
’Just as I thought. Evelyn Lane knew this, which is why she planned to take advantage of it to frame my second sister-in-law for theft.’