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This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796 Miscalculation

Upon receiving the document from Sonia, Daphne left with it, along with the thermos. After she left, Sonia leaned back in her chair. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, she was realizing how much Daphne had changed during this period. The Daphne from the past was stern, all business, and so devoid of facial expression as to be intimidating.

However, this Daphne was different. Not only was she no longer as strict and inflexible, but she had warmed and gentled to the point where she could even joke around with Sonia. A good example was a few minutes ago when she had dared to tease Sonia.

Moreover, it seemed like her sense of style had changed from before. Although the changes weren’t too obvious and she still wore the same old black-colored business suit and A-line skirt, she no longer wore heels and had switched them out for a pair of soft-soled shoes instead.

That said, Sonia wasn’t going to put too much thought into it. Perhaps Daphne had grown bored of heels and simply wanted to try out a new style. Even though Daphne didn’t often dress up, she was still a woman. And like many other women, she still wanted to look pretty sometimes.

With that thought in mind, Sonia shook her head with a small smile and picked up her cell phone to let Toby know that she was having someone deliver him stew. However, before she did so, she checked her Messenger to see if he had replied to her.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t. That alone showed her how busy he was during this period.

Sighing, she speedily tapped out a few words on the screen. After checking to make sure that there were no errors, she sent the message. And then, once it was sent, she exited the app and picked up her pen to begin working.

Meanwhile at the large factory under the Fuller Group banner, Toby finally finished inspecting the various workshops and departments in the plant. He then emerged through the front doors wearing a white protective suit.

 

The moment Tom saw Toby, he strode over. “President Fuller.”

Instead of going with Toby to inspect the factory, he had been out and about handling the matter with Damon, and had only just managed to rush to the factory in time to wait for Toby to emerge.

 

Taking off his suit and tossing it to Tom, Toby asked, “Did you get everything handled?”

“Yes.” Tom nodded above the protective suit in his arms. “With the audio recording, Damon and his lackeys will be unable to explain things away. I’ve handed everything I heard over to the police, and the police have contacted the Business Investigation Department for arrests. They scared Damon’s lackeys so much that the lackeys naturally capitulated and confessed to everything Damon was doing. With the way this is going, Damon will be jailed for at least 10 years.”

At that, Toby smiled coldly. “In gratitude for him being a founding member of the Fuller Group, I once hinted at him to keep in line and cede his place to the younger generation before he became hated by them, but he would not listen. It’s his own fault that he’s ended up this way.”

While Toby would admit that he wasn’t a good person, he would not say that he was a bad one. All along, he had treated those who contributed to the Fuller Group with a measure of kindness and tolerance.

As long as these people minded their place, he could sometimes provide them with the highest honor. Yet, there were always people who assumed he was easily bullied and would pick on him in order to get things that weren’t theirs. Since that was the case, they couldn’t blame him for being merciless.

Just like that, something so cold flashed through Toby’s eyes, and anyone who saw it would have shuddered.

“You’re right.” Tom nodded in approval behind Toby.

The thing was, Tom couldn’t understand what those people were thinking either. As a shareholder, they didn’t even have to do anything to earn money. Wasn’t that a good thing?

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