Chapter 382

Lawrence Whitmore had become nothing but dead weight to Sterling Corporation.

He gambled recklessly on someone else's coattails and lost spectacularly.

Keeping him around would only encourage others to follow his dangerous example.

If every executive expected Evelyn Sinclair to bail them out, would she always be this fortunate?

There was no way Evelyn would let Lawrence and Damian Whitmore walk away unscathed.

Lawrence's face twisted with panic as he turned to Alexander Sterling.

"Mr. Sterling, everything we did was for the company's benefit."

"Damian and I took on this project for Sterling Corp. We're thrilled that Ms. Sinclair secured the deal."

Alexander's icy gaze cut through Lawrence like a winter wind.

"So you're refusing to resign?"

The temperature in the boardroom plummeted at his words.

Every pair of eyes became daggers stabbing into Lawrence's pride.

Yes, Lawrence didn't want to leave in disgrace.

But Alexander's ultimatum left no room for negotiation.

Stammering, Lawrence searched Evelyn and Alexander's faces for any hint of mercy.

Finding none, he clenched his jaw. "Resign? I'm a shareholder of Sterling Corporation."

"If I leave, it must be with Chairman Sterling's approval, correct?"

A smug smirk crept across Lawrence's face.

Evelyn arched an elegant brow, amused.

"Quite right."

She pulled out her phone and dialed William Sterling on speakerphone.

Lawrence's expression froze, his throat tightening with dread.

"Beep... Beep..."

"Sweetheart! Just catching our lunch. Are you coming home to eat?"

William's cheerful voice carried through the speaker, accompanied by the sound of lapping waves.

Evelyn's lips curved. "Dad, we're in a board meeting. Lawrence Whitmore lost his bet, but claims he needs your permission to leave the company. We'd love your input."

Her emerald eyes glittered with mischief as she watched Lawrence squirm.

Lawrence's face turned ashen. "Chairman Sterling—"

William's booming voice cut him off. "Evelyn darling, I entrusted the company to you and Alexander."

"Whatever you decide has my full support. Just say the word and I'll sign the papers!"

The boardroom fell deathly silent.

Any potential allies of Lawrence wisely kept their mouths shut.

Lawrence's hands trembled violently, his knees threatening to buckle.

Evelyn chuckled. "Thanks, Dad. Enjoy your fishing!"

She ended the call with a decisive tap.

William Sterling never wavered when it came to protecting his family's interests.

Evelyn rose gracefully, resting her palms on the polished table.

"In that case, Mr. Whitmore, HR will handle your exit paperwork."

"As for your insignificant shares, you may sell them back to the company. Or keep them as a pension."

With that, she smoothed her blazer and turned to leave.

Catching Alexander's approving nod, Evelyn strode confidently from the room.

The moment the door closed, her phone buzzed with an impatient call from Oliver Sinclair waiting in the lobby.

Meanwhile, Isabella Montgomery had arrived in a foul mood, hoping to drag Evelyn shopping.

Instead, she found a blond child sitting cross-legged by the entrance, doodling on the marble floor with one hand while clutching a massive bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Isabella froze mid-step, her designer heels clicking sharply against the tile.

"Is Sterling Corp hosting a funeral I wasn't informed about?" she muttered under her breath.