Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 428 Framed Pan

Chapter 428 Framed Pan

Natalia was slightly stunned.

Victoria added, "Natalia, you're a mother now. Don't play tough guy. At least, he has the Stevenson family behind him and is considered the local tyrant. Even for nothing else, for my sake, he will help you. You mustn't stop asking him for help just because you have a problem with him from before."

Natalia's heart flowed with warmth as she listened to her concerned words.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the phone, then, she nodded heavily.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry."

Victoria was relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Natalia remembered that Archie had said he wanted Chinese food in the morning.

Both of them were getting tired of eating the food here during the past few days in the hospital. She thought about it. Seeing that it was still early, she was going to go out and buy some.

Originally, Brian was going to say that he would let her rest while he went, but Natalia considered that he had a lot to deal with and was already too busy to take time off work, so there was no need to bother him with such a trivial matter.

Besides, the place was not far away and it was only ten minutes away.

Seeing this, Brian didn't insist.

The good thing was that they had already informed Nancy and he was expected to arrive in the afternoon. He would be able to look after Natalia closely and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. Natalia left the hospital and raised her hand to hail a taxi.

As soon as she got in, she gave the address.

However, after sitting in the car for a few minutes, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A pungent smell hit her. She jolted and was about to react, yet she suddenly became unconscious.

It wasn't long before she collapsed limply.

On the other side.

At the Stevenson Group's headquarters.

Charlie had arrived in the morning.

He did not go back to the Stevenson family but went straight to the company.

At that moment, in the conference room.

It was already 12 at noon, but none of the senior management of the consortium had left work yet. It was rare for the Board of Directors to gather today, and even Mrs. Stevenson, who was rarely seen, was present. She was sitting in the chairman's chair, looking cold.

There was a mobile phone in the middle of the table. The phone was amplified, and a man's angry voice came out loud and clear.

"Even if I were stupid and dumb, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take 200 million to fall for someone else's trap! What do you guys take me for? A loser? A scapegoat? It was Allen who took that fucking money and lost it. If you want to replace it, go after Allen!"

"If he doesn't give the money back, then send him to jail! Oh yeah, he's got three lovers out there. You guys can't replace the money, can you? Go to his lovers and look for it. He takes at least tens of millions of dollars to give to them every year. If you can't get one to pool the money, then three can always come close!"

Pan's angry voice made all the senior directors in the meeting room look at each other. Alma, who was sitting at the bottom left, had already turned pale.

Pan was a member of the Stevenson family. Since his parents died young, he had been raised by Mrs. Stevenson and was considered to be a direct descendant.

However, he was usually a playboy and not very trustworthy. So Alma tried to plant the 200 million deficit on him.

Unexpectedly, Charlie came up with the idea of confronting him face to face.

Thinking of this, Alma's face became more and more ugly.

"Heh!" Charlie sneered. The only voice in the entire office, apart from Pan's, was his.

Other than that, it was so quiet that even a pin dropped on the ground could be heard.

"So the money was really taken by your uncle?"

"Bullshit uncle! Is there any uncle who would screw his nephew like that? He thinks because I'm a descendant of the Stevenson family, so he can do whatever he wants, doesn't he? It's the Stevenson family's money, not his! He takes it for women and gambling, and then blames me! Does he think he is God?"

Charlie sneered and didn't answer.

"Brother, I was wrong. What happened before was all on my impulse. I know you have already forgiven me, otherwise, you wouldn't have arranged such a good position for me in the country. You can rest assured! I will definitely do well here. When I make my mark, I will impress you."

Charlie nodded deeply, and he really looked like a loving older brother with that look on his face.

"Okay, that's it then. I still have things to do. I'll hang up."

"Well, brother, it's good that you trust me.

I'll leave you to your work, bye."

Charlie hung up the phone, then turned his head and looked across the table at Alma with cold eyes.

Mrs. Stevenson's face was completely cold by now. With strong and intimidating pressure, she said in a deep voice, "Alma, what's going on?"

Alma's face turned pale and she said in a slightly trembling voice, "I, I don't know."

Allen was still her husband, so it was impossible for her not to know about this matter.

But in front of so many people in the Board of Directors, she must not admit it.

Otherwise, even if Mrs. Stevenson wanted to protect her, she would not be able to do so.

And yet -

"How could you not know what your husband has done!"

Mrs. Stevenson suddenly lost her temper and slapped the table. She was so angry that the muscles in her whole face shook.

Charlie raised an eyebrow.

The directors at the table all came forward to console them, except that there was a bit of gloating in their consolation.

The Stevenson family had thrived for so many years. How could they not be happy now when such things as uncle framed his nephew and the family was fighting in the dark happened?

Just let them make a scene! The bigger they made a scene, the better. Better yet, the Stevenson family should be torn apart so that they could have a chance to take power.

"Your husband, Allen, has made a lot of little tricks behind my back over the years. Do you think I don't know? I am just thinking that he is Kenya's father, so I am not going to take it into account and save your face. He usually does some small favors and I just turn a blind eye to it. But now he's gone too far!"

"Two hundred million! He just took it! OK! Even if we don't pursue the 200 million dollars, you shouldn't have blamed Pan for it! Pan is a descendant of the Stevenson family and will be Charlie's right-hand man in the future! Do you know how much of a stain you've put on him by doing this? How will he be able to manage the company in the future? How can he convince the public?"

Alma's face was getting whiter and whiter. Indeed, she hadn't really thought about it that much before.

She grew up without a father and was brought up by her brother and mother. Therefore, she had always preferred to do as she pleased.

She had married Allen because she liked him. Even if her mother disagreed, she finally let her go.

When Allen first said that she would let Alma take the blame, she didn't agree either, but later, she couldn't resist his pleading.

She thought that although Pan was a member of the Stevenson family, he had never been very close to her.

He was, after all, a descendant of the Stevenson family, and as he was raised by Mrs. Stevenson, he might have a share in the group in the future. What was wrong with him using some of his own family's money?

Even if it was exposed, he would just be criticized by Mrs. Stevenson for his foolishness and it would be over. But she hadn't thought of that.