I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 40
That day, he’d just entered the Prescott Group building when he saw Spencer, neck still bandaged, swaggering back into the company.
He was about to give a formulaic greeting when Spencer jabbed a finger at him. “Cole Donovan. From today, you’re done. The company’s legal affairs, I’m hiring a more experienced team.”
Cole stood his ground. Cold standoff. “Mr. Prescott, is this retaliation? Your injury wasn’t my doing. Surely the Prescott heir isn’t this petty.”
The old Cole would never have been this sharp. Even with the most difficult client, he’d handle things flawlessly.
But this time, he was like a provoked porcupine. Quills out.
Spencer laughed in anger. “So what if I’m retaliating? Don’t worry. Not a cent less in penalty fees.”
Cole’s cheeks flushed with rage. “Mr. Prescott, money isn’t everything. I have ability. Outside of Prescott Group, plenty of companies want me. You, on the other hand, are overbearing. This aggressive. It won’t just chill your subordinates. Your partner won’t be too pleased either.”
He turned and walked away, head high.
Spencer stamped his foot in fury.
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When I got home from the firm that evening, I found him on the sofa, face full of resentment, strangling a cushion.
Since Spencer was discharged, I’d moved back from my old apartment to this villa to take care of him.
Seeing his grievance, I asked, “What’s wrong? Rough day at work?”
Spencer stood up. Pulled me into his arms. Held my waist tightly. “Honey, I fired Cole today.”
