Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1812

Chapter 1813 Kicked Out Of The Company

"Since you've discovered everything, I have nothing else to say. What will you do?" Oswald asked after he shut the file. I might have done many things behind his back, but he won't get rid of me for his father's sake.

"You'll be dismissed from your position and Nightshire Group won't pay you for your services anymore. If you're willing to sell your shares, I will buy them from you. If you're not willing to sell them, you will receive dividends according to the percentage of your shares every year. However, you no longer need to attend the annual general meeting," Vinson revealed as he stared Oswald in the eye.

Oswald's eyes turned as wide as saucers. He worked hard his entire life for Nightshire Group but ended up getting kicked out of the company.

"You are welcome to state your disagreement," Vinson added nonchalantly when he realized Oswald was staring at him incredulously.

Resentment brewed deep within Oswald. All I did was use my position to gain profits for my company. So what if I took a few million from the company? Is there a need to fire me?

Oswald wanted to say that he disagreed with Vinson's decision, but he dared not voice his objection out loud. He was afraid that Vinson would abide by the law and send him to jail. That was something he never wanted.

"I don't have any objections." With that said, Oswald slammed the file onto the table and stomped out of the room.

Vinson's face remained devoid of expression even after Oswald left the conference room in a fit of fury. He then turned to look at the other directors.

"Vinson, I know I was wrong for being corrupted. I shall repay the money I embezzled from the company, so please don't dismiss me," one of the directors, Patrick Chance, immediately pleaded.

I wouldn't have done that if my wife wasn't ill and in need of money for treatment. One wrong move and I landed in the darkest pit. My reputation is destroyed. I've wronged the company and Vinson. Most importantly, I've let Vinson down for he trusted me.

"Mr. Chance, you don't have to repay the money-"

Before Vinson could finish, Patrick cut in, "Are you insisting on firing me?" He then lowered his head despondently. It was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten greedy. I thought giving back the money later would suffice.

"I deserve to be punished for what I did. Getting dismissed from my position is an apt punishment."

"Mr. Chance, listen to me. Take it that the company has paid for Mrs. Chance's treatment. Don't you think of resigning from your job," Vinson uttered.

Patrick gazed at him in disbelief. He promptly heaved a sigh of relief when Vinson smiled and nodded at him.

"Vinson, I'm an idiot-"

Vinson instantly interjected, "We didn't do a good job. Mrs. Chance was seriously ill, but we didn't give you the necessary help."

Patrick and his wife only had a son, but the latter passed away in a car accident not long after he graduated from university. Thus, they only had each other. Mrs. Chance was ill, but my mom and Rayson didn't know anything. It was our fault Mr. Chance had to resort to corruption.

"Don't worry. After my wife gets better, you can deduct the money from my salary. Just leave us some money for our daily expenses," Patrick told him.

They weren't in need of that much money anyway.

"Sure!" Vinson knew that Patrick wouldn't relax until he agreed to his suggestion, so he nodded with a grin. After that, he turned to another man as his expression turned icy.