Chapter 1687 A Wet Blanket
Roger Melton looked ashamed. “Mr. Fuller is right,” he said ingratiatingly. “My company was already struggling. Even if it weren’t taken over by Fuller Corporation, it would be snapped up by another corporation. The fault was on me; I didn’t manage my business well. But I didn’t realize it at the time and went on to commit a mistake that I’d come to regret even till this day…”
He fell to his knees, expression wild with desperation and remorse. “Mrs. Fuller, please, I’m so sorry for what I did to you back then! I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t go after my family. I’m begging you!”
I was becoming more bemused by the second. “Hold on… I’m not even sure what you did. What did you do that has you begging for my forgiveness?”
Roger faltered. “I-I can’t say it…” he mumbled in apprehension, refusing to look at me in the eyes.
I raised a brow. Thinking that he was being unnecessarily melodramatic, I could feel what remained of my patience quickly evaporating. “If you aren’t even going to elaborate, then please kindly leave.”
As if it’s not enough that all these people are here to ruin the dinner I’m having with my family. I now have a random man begging for my forgiveness for something I have no recollection of!
I motioned for the maids. “Escort this gentleman out, now.”
Two of them stepped forward at once and tried to drag him away.
Roger appeared even more panicky than before. He broke free of the maids’ hold and fell once more to his knees. “No… Please don’t turn me away, Mrs. Fuller! I’ll talk…”
He took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s true that I didn’t manage my company well back then, but my employees were loyal to me, and I had hopes of toughing it out with their support. But Fuller Corporation took an offensive approach and orchestrated a hostile takeover, and I was forced to sign over my company in less than a month. I was resentful, so my friend suggested that I find some way to take revenge. I wasn’t thinking clearly at that time and actually did what he said, which was to hire some thugs t-to—”
“Shut up!” Ashton roared.
I snapped my attention to him. What’s going on?
Roger’s mouth clicked shut at once. A tense silence descended upon the room. From my peripheral, however, I could see the corners of Nathaniel’s mouth curling upward into a small, satisfied smirk. Was it his goal all along to bring Roger here to spite Ashton?
“I’m only going to say this once—you need to leave, now,” Ashton said in a calm voice, but there was a tempest brewing in his eyes.
“I…” Caught in a dilemma, Roger cast alternating glances at me and Ashton.
I was about to ask my husband to let the man finish his story when Rebecca spoke up. “We’re all waiting to hear what happened next. Don’t be such a wet blanket, Ashton.” The way she spat out his name told me that all of her love for him had warped into hate.
Smiling, she walked up to Roger, who was still kneeling. “Come on, let’s hear it then. What did you do to Scarlett? I’m dying to find out if she’s really the type to forgive and forget.”
