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"Simon, what did you say?" Tomas asked incredulously, "Simon, you're, like, agreeing to support Mike?"

"Yes." Kieran said in a serious manner, "Uncle Tomas, I admit that I did have prejudice against you and Mike before.

But now, I've become crippled, I can't even stand up, how am I going to manage Fitzgerald’s!"

"Uncle Tomas, I'm not happy about it, but I can only give way to Mike!"

"Simon, I am glad to hear that. I have done some bad things in the past, but in the future, I will definitely not treat

you badly!" Tomas took a deep breath and didn't let himself laugh out loud, "Simon, I am waiting for you to come

over tonight!"

In fact, Kieran's sudden change in attitude was somewhat suspicious by Tomas.

But almost immediately, the doubts in Tomas’ mind dissipated.

When Simon was in good health, he did have the power to fight him, but now he's a paraplegic and a cripple, how

can he fight him?

No matter how proud a man once was, what can hold up that pride when he has lost most of his body!

Simon is quite a wise man!

He waited for this evening, that Mike to become the number one person in the Fitzgerald’s!

After listening to Tomas and Kieran's phone call, Freya laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.

She climbed helplessly on top of Kieran, she really didn't see that Mr. Fitzgerald could be so serious when he lied.

In fact, this evening, Freya really wanted to go to the board meeting with Kieran. When she thought of Tomas and

Mike's shocked look when they saw Kieran's legs were intact, she felt indescribably emotional.

But she didn't want too many people to know about their illicit relationship, so she could only silently fantasise in her

mind about the sensational look of Tomas and Mike being abused.

In fact, a large part of the credit for Tomas and Mike being so certain that Kieran had lost his legs and become a

paraplegic was due to Kieran.

Although Fitzgerald’s development is now as strong as ever, there are many moths inside, which are corroding the

root of the business little by little.

He knew that after deciding that he had become crippled, Tomas and Mike would get carried away and they would

not continue to hide their layout in Fitzgerald’s. This time, he was going to uproot the power of Tomas and Mike in

Fitzgerald’s.

Kieran was with Bradley at Fitzgerald’s building.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with a black cloth covering the underside of the wheelchair so that no one else could

really see what he looked like from the waist down.

By the time he passed, Mike and the others had long since passed.

Mike's viper-like eyes were locked on Kieran's wheelchair for an instant. He really wanted to lift the black cloth on

the wheelchair to see how messy Kieran looked at this moment, but not wanting to lose his disgrace in public, he

forced himself to resist the impulse.

Originally, the conference hall was still noisy, but as soon as Kieran appeared, the large conference room instantly

quietened down.

Countless eyes swept down on him, either in pity or gloating.

Kieran was oblivious to these sightings, his bony fingers fell on the conference table in front of him, "Let the

meeting begin!"

Originally, Tomas was still nervous, after getting Kieran's promise, he is now only imperative.

He was the first to speak up, "Our Fitzgerald’s cannot go a day without a president! The purpose of our board

meeting today is to elect a new president of our Fitzgerald’s!"

"Fitzgerald’s doesn't have a president?" Kieran raised his eyelids carelessly, the intangible power emanating from

him was so powerful that it took one's breath away, "Uncle Tomas, do you really think I am dead?"

Tomas' heart thumped violently, how could he have thought that he would still say such things at the meeting after

he had already committed to giving Mike a vote?

Tomas is not someone who has not experienced the storm, and almost immediately, he regained his composure.

"Simon, how could I think you were dead! I organised this meeting tonight to help you share your worries! We all

know that you are seriously injured, as your closest relative, I can’t bear to see you working day and night for the

chores of the company!"

"Uncle Tomas, thank you for your kindness." After a pause, Kieran said word for word, "But I don't accept it!"

"Heh!" Hearing Kieran's voice, Mike couldn't control a cold laugh.

"Simon, you don't accept it? You don't accept my father's arrangement, can't it be that you, a cripple, still want to

occupy the position of Fitzgerald’s president?

Last night Freya stepped on Mike's face twice, and now, his cheeks still looked swollen, but this did not detract from

his handsome appearance in any way, except that his aura was too cold, like a poisonous snake burrowing into his

heart.

"Yes, I, a cripple, did not want to give up the presidency of Fitzgerald’s!"

"You!" Simon laughed back in anger, "Good, very good! Simon, you're clinging to the position of Fitzgerald’s

president, but unfortunately, you don't have the life to sit there! You're a paraplegic, you've had half of your hip cut

off, right? You're a person with an incomplete hip, and you still want to sit on the position of Fitzgerald’s president,

dream on!"

"Simon, today, for this position of Fitzgerald’s president, whether you want to let it or not, you have to let it go!"

"Mike!" Although Mike had said what was in Tomas' heart, after all, in front of so many people, Tomas still wanted

him to be more restrained.

Mike has always been reckless and wild, he did not have the slightest intention of restraining himself, his eyes slowly

swept over the faces of the directors in the conference room, "Am I wrong? You dare to put the future of our

Fitzgerald’s into the hands of a cripple?"

"I admit that though Simon is capable, he has managed our Fitzgerald’s well before. But in future negotiations and

major meetings, can't we just let a paralyzed man who can only sit in a wheelchair go?!"

Mike's eyes, sneering, fell on Kieran's face, "Simon, our Fitzgerald’s reputation can never be tarnished by the hands

of a cripple!"

"Well, Mike, you're being facetious!"

Kieran looked up, clearly, he was only sitting in a wheelchair, but he still had an aura of a pavilion like a pine.

"Mike, spending money to call a prostitute, you are already shameful!"

Kieran's words poked a sore spot in Mike's heart, causing his entire face to become hideously twisted with hate.

But thinking of Kieran's tattered body, he instantly calmed down again, and laughed out coldly.

"Simon, at least I can still pay for a prostitute. What about you? I heard from the doctor that your third legs are

gone, you can't even pay for prostitute if you want to!"

Mike angled his chin rampantly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Brandon with a smirk, "Uncle Brandon, you are

the most respected here, what do you say? Should we hand over Fitzgerald’s to a cripple?!"