Chapter 75

That night, Zayne finally got the full story of how Enrica had been injured. Over the phone, Matthew asked, "Mr. Fulcher, do you want me to take care of those two?" Zayne's expression remained cold. "Mm. Find an excuse and fire them in the next couple of days." "Yes, sir." Just as Matthew was about to hang up, Zayne suddenly remembered something. "How's Zucker Group's stock doing?" "Still on a downward trend. Miguel's running around like a headless chicken, pulling every string he can just to get a call with Mr. Robertson," Matthew replied. Zayne leaned back on the couch, picked up a cigarette from the table, and lit it. He let it rest between his fingers before saying, "Have Mr. Robertson talk to him tomorrow." Matthew immediately understood. "Got it." After hanging up, Zayne took a slow drag of his cigarette. Then, out of nowhere, he let out a low chuckle. With a forceful press, he stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, got up, and walked to the window, letti