She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 232

Barclay didn't crack a smile, the hint of amusement vanishing from his thin lips as he regarded her, his gaze so serious that Moira felt like she was in a boardroom negotiation.

Under his scrutiny for just five seconds, Moira caved and lifted her hand to place her phone on the table before him.

As Barclay reached for the phone, Moira hurriedly intercepted and held it back. "Mr. Covington, promise me you won't laugh after reading this."

Before she could finish, she felt a warmth on the back of her hand.

Startled, she glanced down to see Barclay's hand covering hers.

Blushing, she instinctively withdrew her hand.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"I won't laugh," Barclay glanced at her and stated flatly.

Barclay's silence would have been better, Moira thought, feeling even more awkward now.

But with the phone in Barclay's possession, she couldn't retrieve it. Instead, she reluctantly unlocked it and scrolled up to reveal her chat history with Cynthia.

"You'll understand once you read it," she said.

Barclay read quickly and finished her conversation with Cynthia in about ten seconds.

He returned the phone to her and paused to look at her face. "It's just a misunderstanding. Nothing foolish about it."

Relieved, Moira took her phone back. "My friend led me astray!"

Barclay nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

Rose interrupted and reminded them it was time for dinner.

Moira glanced at Barclay. "It's dinner, Mr. Covington."

And that was that.

Later that evening, Moira recounted the incident to Juliet, who responded with several laughing emojis.

Moira: [Stop laughing. You're the one who misled me!]

Juliet felt guilty. [I was just joking around. I didn't think you'd actually believe me!]

Moira was speechless.

But at least the misunderstanding

was cleared up. Although Moira

didn't understand why Cynthia

suddenly took a liking to her, sheet

was relieved to know that the affection was merely admiration, alleviating any pressure she might have felt.

Another Monday had come.

In the meeting room at Sega Group, the atmosphere was as cold as ice, with Eric's assertive voice

dominating the discussion. "Two consecutive projects in the red it's clear as day that Barclay is no longer fit to serve as Chairman of Sega Group."

Eric's words and actions today left everyone present wide-eyed. While others were trying to push their own sons into positions of power, Eric was doing the opposite, attempting to pull his own son down from his current position.

Even before the meeting began, everyone knew what its purpose was.

But from the moment Eric spoke until now, he only talked about Barclay's mistakes, never mentioning his accomplishments. His single-minded determination to oust Barclay from the chairman's seat shocked the other directors present.

Since Eric stepped down and Barclay took over, Sega Group had seen remarkable growth over the past five years.

Most of the directors disagreed with Eric's plan to replace Barclay.

With Barclay in charge, they were making money. No one wanted a sudden change in leadership.

Moreover, Barclay already owned thirty percent of Sega Group's shares, while Eric only had thirty percent himself.

With their stakes evenly matched, pulling Barclay down wouldn't be an easy task for Eric.

The outcome was predictable. Eric left the meeting room with a face ashen with anger.

Barclay sat at the head of the table,

his expression inscrutable, but exuded an air of low pressure and depression. Linden had initially. wanted to remind him about an

important guest arriving lat

I.ne

but

ultimately decided against it and left.

After a while, when everyone had left the meeting room, Barclay stood up. The chair scraped against the floor, emitting a harsh noise.

Linden, waiting at the door, saw Barclay emerge and instinctively followed. "Mr. Covington."

Barclay headed straight for the elevator, pressing the button for the basement, his eyes clouded with shadows.

Seeing this, Linden hesitated at the elevator door, not daring to follow.