Chapter 6

Selene heard their conversation clearly. Carrie was initially worried that her kind-hearted daughter might intervene, but upon realizing Selene had no intention of getting involved, she felt relieved.

With four security guards in tow, Calvin and the security guards entered the employee workroom and quickly spotted Scott. He was walking toward the CEO's office.

Calvin's first thought was that Scott wanted to report to the CEO.

He sneered. The CEO, Steve, was his uncle—why would he care about someone like Scott?

With a gesture, the security guards moved to block Scott's path.

"Scott, are you deaf? I just told you—you're fired. Get the hell out of this company!" Calvin's voice rang out, sharp and full of hostility as he strode after him.

But when he met Scott's gaze, his anger deepened. There was no fear or hesitation—just a cold, dismissive look, as if Scott were staring at a piece of garbage.

And then, as if that weren't enough, Scott uttered a single word, "Idiot."

Originally, Scott had no intention of getting involved in the mess between Calvin and Selene. But if this fool insisted on dragging him into it, why should he hold back?

His words hung in the air, loud and clear, drawing the attention of the surrounding employees. A collective sense of disbelief swept through the room. A nobody like Scott actually dared to call Calvin an idiot?

"What did you say?!" Calvin's face twisted in fury, his eyes burning with rage. "Throw him out!" he barked. "I want him out of this company—now! And break his legs!"

The security guards hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances. But Calvin was the general manager. Scott was just a low-level employee. There was no real choice to make.

"What do you think you're doing? This is a company, not a boxing ring!" A sharp, clear voice cut through the tension.

Lyndis Cameron, Scott's supervisor, stepped out from the crowd. Her face was set with anger and determination.

Scott felt a warm rush in his chest. Lyndis wasn't just his supervisor—she was also Selene's childhood friend. She had always looked out for him, the only person who treated him kindly despite his "humble" background.

Tall and striking, with a natural warmth in her smile, Lyndis made people feel at ease just by being around her. But now, in the face of Calvin's aggression, her usual warmth was gone.

Calvin's expression darkened. His frustration deepened. Of all people, why did it have to be her? He had been trying to win her over for ages, but she never gave him the time of day. And now, she was speaking up for Scott?

He sneered, "Lyndis, a mere supervisor like you thinks you can challenge me? Consider your salary for this month gone."

"You're abusing your power," she retorted without flinching, her eyes locked on his.

"Abusing my power?" Calvin's voice grew colder. In this company, only his uncle had authority over him. No one else dared to question his decisions.

"That's right," Lyndis said firmly.

Before she could say more, one of her female colleagues tugged her back anxiously. "Lyndis, stop. You're only making things worse."

Reluctantly, Lyndis let herself be pulled away, her face still burning with indignation.

Calvin, emboldened by her retreat, turned his glare back to Scott. "Throw him out!" he ordered the guards, laughing coldly. "Let's see who'll save you now!"

The four guards moved in without hesitation, surrounding Scott.

Suddenly, the door to the CEO's office swung open.

A tall, imposing young man stepped out, followed closely by Steve himself.

Most of the employees didn't recognize him. But anyone familiar with the elite circles of Hazeld City knew exactly who he was.

Spencer Reed. The formidable CEO of Redrts Group, a man worth hundreds of millions.

Even Steve, the chairman, was nothing more than a subordinate in front of him.

He had overheard the commotion outside and thought he recognized Scott's voice. Without delay, he stepped out and was met with the sight of a group of security guards preparing to assault Scott.

His voice, low and cold, cut through the air like a knife. "If anyone touches him, they'll answer to me."

The security guards, though unsure of his identity, were visibly startled and froze in place.

Steve quickly sensed that Spencer was genuinely angry. In a hurried voice, he tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Reed, could there be some kind of misunderstanding?"

"I hope it's a misunderstanding," Spencer's tone was cold, laced with a chilling edge. "Because if it's not, you'd better be prepared to pack up and get out of Hazeld City."

The air grew heavy, weighed down by the menace in his voice. Everyone present, including Steve, felt an inexplicable shiver run down their spines. There was no mistaking it—Spencer wasn't bluffing. If he said it, he had the power to make it happen.

But what came next shocked them even more.

When Spencer reached Scott, the icy detachment on his face melted into something resembling concern—no, not just concern, but an almost reverent deference. "Mr. Radley, are you all right?" His voice, though quiet, crashed over the crowd like a tidal wave.

Had they heard wrong?

The onlookers were dumbfounded. Scott was nothing more than a low-level employee. How could a man like Spencer, who stood at the pinnacle of power, address him so respectfully?

Among them, Calvin was the most bewildered. His brows furrowed in disbelief. He recognized Spencer from a charity gala he'd once attended with his uncle, Steve. From a distance, he'd caught a glimpse of Spencer and knew Spencer was someone leagues above his uncle—a figure of untouchable authority.

Yet here he was, treating Scott with reverence.

The absurdity of it made Calvin laugh aloud. "Mr. Reed, you must be joking. You're our new boss, aren't you? Scott is just a broke, ordinary employee. You must be mistaking him for someone else."

Spencer cast a disdainful glance down at Calvin, as if he were an insect barely worth noticing.

Steve recognized Scott. After all, Scott's performance was pretty good, so he had some impression of the young man. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Steve chuckled awkwardly, attempting to dispel the tension. "Mr. Reed, you really must be mistaken. Scott is indeed one of our employees, but he's just a regular staff member."

Spencer's gaze swept over both of them, cold and unyielding. "A bunch of ignorant fools. Do you have any idea who Mr. Radley is? He's the one who spent a hundred million yesterday to purchase eighty percent of your company's shares. He is your new boss."

"Scott is the new boss?"

"Impossible!"

The words struck like thunder, leaving everyone stunned. Disbelief rippled through the crowd. Apart from Lyndis, whose face lit up with excitement, no one else seemed capable of accepting the truth.

They all knew Scott as the quiet, unassuming employee who earned a modest salary of just one thousand dollars a month. How could someone like him possibly come up with one hundred million to acquire the company?

It was absurd. Like something out of a fairy tale.

"Mr. Reed, you must be mistaken," Calvin blurted out, his voice rising in desperation. "Just look at him—there's no way he could be the new boss. Maybe he just happens to look like our new boss."

Steve shared his skepticism. But when he turned back, he caught sight of Spencer's face, burning with rage. The forced smile on his lips froze.

Spencer wasn't the kind of man to make mistakes. If he said Scott was the new boss, then it had to be true.

Seeing how audacious Calvin was still acting, Steve slapped Calvin across the face. "Are you blind?" he spat. "Mr. Radley is our new boss. You'd better start showing some respect."

Still, Calvin couldn't stop himself. "Uncle, why did you hit me?" He clutched his stinging cheek, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How could that loser possibly be the new boss?"

Steve's patience snapped. His nephew's stupidity was becoming unbearable.

Scott's gaze swept across the room, calm and indifferent. "I know it might be hard for everyone to accept this reality," he said coolly. "But Spencer, bring out the transfer agreement. I want everyone here to see the truth for themselves."

"Yes, sir," Spencer responded without hesitation, like a servant receiving orders from his master. He promptly produced the official documents.

When the crowd laid eyes on the agreement, the last vestiges of their doubt shattered. Silence engulfed the room as the undeniable truth sank in.