9 Chapter 8 Used Car_1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Grandfather, why did you agree to it!”
After Sky Reed left, Otis Radcliffe stormed into Zade Radcliffe’s office, furious.
“What good does it do us if Quella Radcliffe comes into power?”
He had severely suppressed Quella Radcliffe over the past few years and was extremely worried about potential retribution.
“And you have the nerve to ask me!”
Zade Radcliffe slammed his palm on the desk and roared, “Look at the mess you’ve made! Otis, you really have outdone yourself! If I didn’t agree, did you want them to come audit us?”
Otis Radcliffe was at a loss for words.
He had embezzled millions at the company, and an audit would surely land him in prison.
“I thought you would stop at a little embezzlement, but no, you’re really greedy! Sitting in the general manager’s chair, do you plan to bleed the entire company dry!”
Remembering Julius Reed’s words, Zade Radcliffe’s anger flared up once again.
In family businesses, a bit of embezzlement is quite normal.
But Otis Radcliffe was insatiably greedy!
“Enough! Even if she becomes the project leader, you are still the Group’s general manager. Once the project is over, she’ll be worth nothing.”
After all, Zade Radcliffe’s tone softened considerably for his favorite grandson.
Otis Radcliffe sighed, his resentment toward Julius Reed deepening.
With such a large project, if he could become the leader, embezzling nearly ten million would have been a piece of cake.
But now, he could only watch helplessly as Quella Radcliffe took that spot.
Cutting off someone’s wealth is like killing their parents!
After leaving Zade Radcliffe’s office, Otis Radcliffe pulled out his phone: “Hello, is that Bear? Take care of someone for me!”
While some rejoice, others mourn.
Even after stepping out of the Radcliffe Group’s front door, Quella Radcliffe felt as if she were dreaming.
“Julius, how did you do it? The one in charge of the company’s finances is Otis Radcliffe’s own sister, Niall Radcliffe; she would never give you the chance to audit the accounts.”
During the meeting in the boardroom, when she saw Julius Reed recounting Otis Radcliffe’s embezzlement evidence, she was incredibly shocked.
Because the timing of each incident was spot on.
And by looking at Zade Radcliffe’s expression, it was clear that these were true.
Considering Julius Reed never left his house, how could he be so clearly informed?
“I sold my looks and seduced Niall Radcliffe.”
Julius Reed cracked a smile.
He obviously couldn’t admit it was Ovidiu Cook who had arranged for the investigation, right?
The wealthiest man in Gonzalez City certainly has that kind of power.
“Cut the crap! Give it to me straight!”
In three years of marriage, Julius Reed had always been honest and straightforward.
Such outrageous conduct, Quella Radcliffe knew, was something he would never engage in.
“The truth is, Sky Reed is a distant relative of mine. Since someone had to do it, it might as well benefit me,” Julius Reed winked and whispered, “This way, I can openly be provided for. Working is so tiring!”
If it wasn’t the right time, then a lie would have to do for now.
Quella Radcliffe felt that Julius Reed had changed, his entire aura had shifted.
Looking at the badge of dawn on her chest, she swallowed the question on her lips.
“Julius Reed, you loser! I must have been cursed with bad luck to marry into this family!”
From afar, Knox Ridge saw Quella Radcliffe weighed down by worries and assumed her daughter had faced opposition at the board meeting again.
So naturally, she vented her frustration on Julius Reed.
For three years, Julius Reed had always been the one to take the heat.
“Enough, enough! It’s always the same whenever there’s a meeting. I’m used to it!”
Burl Radcliffe alighted from his car too, speaking with displeasure, “Hey Julius, from now on, don’t come to these kinds of events!”
“Dad, Mom, what are you talking about? The representative today is a distant relative of Julius.”
Quella Radcliffe hurried over and took the hands of her elders, “Thanks to Julius, I could become the project leader.”
“What? Project leader?”
Knox Ridge’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Am I hearing this right? My daughter, the project leader? My goodness!”
Burl Radcliffe found it hard to believe as well.
“It’s true! Julius really helped out a lot, so be nicer to him from now on!”
Quella Radcliffe whispered.
“What help could that loser possibly provide! It’s my daughter who excels! Let me tell you, find a time to get a divorce, don’t let him hold you back.”
Knox Ridge snorted coldly, pointing at Julius Reed, “If you have any conscience left, don’t hold back our girl’s future!”
Burl Radcliffe nodded in agreement, “Julius, the two of you just aren’t suitable.”
Quella Radcliffe’s face turned ashen.
If it hadn’t been for Julius Reed today, what relation would the project leader position have to her?
Yet, her parents were so materialistic, almost falling into the trap of money.
“Titan Group is a major company, and it’s got money! Quella, after you become the project leader, you must grab a big handful!”
Knox Ridge beamed, feeling incredibly proud inside.
“That’s right, listen to your mom! Look at this Passat we have at home, see the state it’s in! This month, we’re getting a new car for the household!”
Husband and wife were in sync, and Burl Radcliffe’s vanity started to inflate as well.
Quella Radcliffe frowned, “Even if I do become project leader, I won’t embezzle a single cent! Get that thought out of your heads!”
Julius Reed stood by without uttering a word.
Knox Ridge was somewhat angry.
Everyone else was greedy for money, why put on an act of integrity?
“I’ll take Quella to buy a used car, it’ll be more convenient for work in the future.”
Julius Reed spoke up from the side.
“No need, let’s just go home.”
Quella Radcliffe thought that Julius Reed was just speaking casually and didn’t expect him to be serious.
“Let’s go, it’s inconvenient to have just one car at home.”
Julius Reed smiled faintly.
“You? What could you possibly afford? Just don’t buy a bicycle and shame the Radcliffe family!”
Knox Ridge rolled her eyes at them, her chubby face contorting.
“If we buy one, none of you get to ride it in the future!”
Quella Radcliffe’s temper also flared.
Her feelings for Julius Reed had changed long ago, and now she couldn’t stand her husband being humiliated.
Burl Radcliffe sneered, “If you really have the guts, then don’t ever set foot in my Passat in your life!”
“Exactly, if I ride in your junk car, I’ll take your last name, Reed! Mr. Radcliffe, let’s go!”
After Knox Ridge finished speaking, the two hurried away in their Passat.
“Julius, that’s just the way my parents are, don’t take it to heart.”
Quella Radcliffe stood there, head down, explaining.
Normally, she would never do this.
Perhaps subconsciously, she had begun to accept her husband.
“I’ve been in your family for three years, don’t I understand them by now? They’re still your parents, I won’t mind!”
After finishing, Julius Reed took Quella Radcliffe’s hand and headed toward the opposite side of the road.
Quella Radcliffe felt a tremor in her heart but didn’t resist.
“Are we really buying a car?”
She looked up at Julius Reed, “I still have some savings, let’s go buy one. Otherwise, you’ll definitely be ridiculed by my parents when we get back.”
“No worries, I have the money to buy a used car.”
Julius Reed smiled faintly, took her hand, and crossed the street to the parking lot opposite the Radcliffe Group.
“Hey, isn’t that Representative Davenport’s car?”
Not far away, there was a Rolls-Royce parked, the same one that Sky Reed had arrived in that morning.
“Wait here a moment.”
Julius Reed let go of her hand and quickly walked towards the car.
Soon, someone came down from the Rolls-Royce, exchanged a few words with him, and then the person walked away.
As Quella Radcliffe watched in stunned silence, Julius Reed got into the driver’s seat and drove the car up to her.
“Get in, although it’s a second-hand one, it’s not bad!”
Through the window, he saw that Quella Radcliffe’s gaze was stagnant, as if she had been stupefied.
It’s just a Rolls-Royce, what’s the big deal?