Under the Heiress' Facade

Were the wealthy all so capricious with their money? These cufflinks were worth 8.4 million dollars!

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On the other end, at Shuttle Ventures' CEO's office, Bernard was feeling irritated. She declined his call twice, and the third time he called her, she was on another call. Not long after, Frederick came to make trouble for him again.

Since the afternoon, Frederick kept nitpicking with small issues in their accounts, questioning Bernard aggressively.

Bernard knew that he was doing this on purpose. Frederick was also going all out to trouble him. It was the weekend, but he was willing to work overtime to squabble with him in the office.

As Frederick was also from the Killians, Bernard was willing to duke it out with him.

If Frederick wanted him to work overtime, then he would let Frederick work overnight. If one night was not enough, he would be prepared to let him work overnight for a whole week.

By the third day, Roman was ready to throw in the towel.

"Frederick, I can't do this anymore. I'm so tired."

Bernard was out, and only Roman and Frederick were left in the office. Roman took this chance to slump on the table while he whined.

Frederick was not doing any better. He had drunk countless cups of coffee, and the empty cups were still on the table. Even so, he was still tired. He kept yawning, and his eyelids were heavy.

He couldn't win against Bernard by brute force, so he wanted to find little mistakes in the company accounts to make trouble for Bernard. This was to knock Bernard's confidence down a peg. Instead, Frederick also shot himself in the foot.

That night, he asked Bernard to provide all the information on an investment transaction. He thought that this would keep Bernard busy until dawn.

However, just as he reached his hotel and was about to find some nightlife entertainment, he received a call from Shuttle Ventures' vice president, Harold. Harold told him that the information was ready, but he wanted to check some things with him in person.

Of course, Frederick did not want to go to the office. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'd like to rest first."

"Mr. Bernard is waiting for you at the office," Harold said.

Frederick was speechless. His instinct told him that Bernard was doing this on purpose!

"It's so late. Please tell Bernard to rest early. We can talk about it tomorrow," he said tactfully.

"Mr. Bernard is surprised that you actually know that this is the weekend, which is a time for rest."

Harold then conveyed Bernard's words, "You're in such a hurry to audit our accounts. Isn't it because this is an urgent matter? Since it's so urgent, we should all cooperate willingly, even if it means having to sacrifice our rest."

Frederick could not come up with a reply. He couldn't possibly say that this was just a normal, yearly audit procedure, so it wasn't urgent at all. He was just messing with Bernard by making him work overtime! That would be disastrous.

Hence, to prevent Bernard from using this to speak badly about him in the future, Frederick could only return to the office.

Ever since then, he had been in the office for three days and three nights!

All this while, people continuously came up to him with thick bundles of documents in their arms, just so they could check some things. Some of those issues were so inconsequential that he had the urge to smack the documents on their heads and call them out for doing this on purpose.

However, Bernard, who was also sitting in the office, would pipe up nonchalantly, "They're newbies. Please show them some understanding for the good of the company."

Bernard was much better than Frederick at using his power to avenge his private grudges.

"Let's stop here for now and go back to rest!" Frederick clenched his fist as he stood up abruptly.

They had been working overnight for three days. He was so tired that he was starting to hallucinate, but Bernard still looked fine! He could even go out and take calls.

As the two of them were about to leave the meeting room, the door opened. Harold was holding a bunch of documents.

Seeing that the two men were on their way out, Harold asked, "Mr. Frederick, Mr. Roman, are you leaving? I still have something to check with you..."

Frederick could feel the vein on his forehead throbbing. He was taught proper manners since he was young, so he only said, "Roman isn't feeling well, so I'm sending him back to rest. We'll continue tomorrow." Then, the two of them left the company with their tails between their legs.