When Steven and I arrived at the Lincoln Group, there were still some employees causing a


    ruckus.


    The Lincoln Group is a reputable, public–listedpany. Don’t we have anyone else to run the


    show aside from a retard? Even if something’s happened to the chairman, we need to have


    someone capable to take over!”


    “Exactly! What right does a retard have to manage thepany?”


    “Not only is he a psycho, but he’s also an illegitimate son. He has no right to manage the


    company!”


    Their words were nasty; someone had obviously put them up to this. Well, it made sense. The dark


    side of mankind was always amplified when its interest was involved. If Martin could promise them


    good things, they could nder someone who’d never harmed them


    without blinking an eye.


    “Why didn’t a psycho like him die in that ident? Why did Mr. Andy have to die?”


    “I heard that he brings bad luck to everyone he’s around.”


    “I heard that even the fire at the welfare home didn’t manage to kill him!”


    My expression darkened. I looked at the person who’d spokenst. “Steve…”


    I tiptoed and cupped my hands around Steven’s ear, whispering, “Follow Mr. Bart upstairs.”


    He looked at me obediently, not wanting to leave without me.


    “Be good.”


    He nodded reluctantly and followed Ewan away with his eyes lowered. I stood at thepany’s


    entrance and gazed at the people who were protesting. Then, I walked over to them and asked,


    “What’s Martin offering you for you to riot here?”


    These people were some of thepany’s senior executives, and they held important positions.


    They were positive that they wouldn’t be fired because there wouldn’t be anyone to rece them at


    such short notice.


    “Who are you?” the person in the lead asked.


    “My name’s Stephany Larson. I’m the Lincoln Group’s president’s wife,” I said.


    You? The president’s wife? Mr. Lincoln Senior may be down, but that doesn’t mean it’s up to a


    paycho to take over as thepany’s president. And you, the so–called president’s wife,


    don’t have the right to throw your weight around here,” the man said arrogantly. He kept


    saying that Steven wasn’t worthy,


    “How about you take over, then?” I smiled. “Do you think you’re worthy?”


    His expression darkened. “Stop wasting our time. Get Mr. Bart and Mr. Steven out of here! We


    disagree with Mr. Steven being thepany’s president!”


    “I bet you’ve been promised plenty of stuff, seeing as you’re the one leading this. How much will


    the people with you get, though?


    “The Lincoln Group isn’t short on staff, so you guys don’t need to go on strike. You’re fired,” I said,


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    “What right do you have to fire us? Who the hell do you think you are?” he roared.


    “I’m the president’s wife, that’s who. Besides, you’re disrupting thepany’s daily operations by


    neglecting your job. Why would I keep you around if you’re not doing what you were hired for?” I


    nced at the surveince cameras in the lobby and shifted slightly.


    The man stormed forward, pointing at me as he started arguing with me. I decided to take a leaf out


    of Steven’s book–I stepped forward, then quickly plopped myself down onto the floor and clutched


    my belly.


    I cried out in pain, “Why did you have to do that?”


    The man was baffled. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t even touch you!”


    I gave the other people a pained look. “I know this has nothing to do with you guys, but he just


    pushed me. I’m carrying the Lincoln family’s heir. If something were to happen to me,


    he’ll be the only one I’ll go after…


    Damn, I was so kind.


    ”


    Everyone else was stunned. Things had been so chaotic earlier that they hadn’t really seen what


    had happened. It didn’t/help that my acting was so genuine.


    I cried out to the security guards, “Hurry up and call the police! He hit me!”


    The man spluttered, unable to defend himself. “Cut the act! I didn’t-”


    “You’re the closest to us, but I know that you didn’t do it. You saw him push me, didn’t you? Don’t


    worry, I’ll only go after the culprit. He’ll be the only one I’ll bring charges against.” I


    looked at the person closest to the man and tried to sow discord between them.