Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Who is the Vice President?
Emyr didn’t know what to say. But since his boss has already said that he would be attending it personally, he wouldn’t dare to make any suggestion otherwise.

Nodding, he said, “Okay, Sir. I will go and make the arrangements.”

Aiden didn’t say anything in response. Taking his silence as his approval, Emyr turned and walked out of his office.

After some time, when he returned, he had already arranged everything. “Sir, I informed them of your appearance later. They said they would keep a VIP box arranged for you,” he informed while his gaze darted to look down at the magazine his boss was checking.

This … wasn’t this the auction catalogue?

It definitely was.

Suddenly realization dawned upon Emyr when he saw what item Aiden was actually checking out.

The Victorian Blue Diamond Necklace —the highlight piece of the auction.

No wonder he wanted to visit personally.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard his phone ringing. Excusing himself softly, he picked to answer it. But as soon as he did, his brows furrowed.

“Okay, ask him to wait. I will get back to you,” he said curtly before ending the call and turning back to Aiden, his expression serious.

“Sir, Dafydd Winslow is here. He wants to see you,”

Although Aiden’s demeanor didn’t outwardly change, Emyr, who stood close, could sense the subtle yet unmistakable shift in his boss’s bearing.

“Let him in.”

Emyr gave a brief nod before dialling back the number.

“Escort him to the President’s office,” he instructed, and not long after, the sound of steady footsteps echoed outside, approaching steadily.

A knock came at the door before it was pushed open.

Dafydd entered the room., his gaze immediately locking with Aiden’s —hostility flashing in his eyes within seconds.

He stood at the doorway, standing tall, but Aiden didn’t move an inch.

He didn’t even make the smallest effort to stand.

Sitting calmly behind his desk. Aiden looked up at him with an expression as cold and indifferent as ever.

“Mr. Winslow,” the employee who had escorted him announced before gesturing politely. “You may enter.”

Dafydd fingers clenched at his sides, but he held it in.

Even though the blatant disrespect stung, there was nothing he could do about it.

Stepping forward, he spoke coldly, “I came all the way here —wouldn’t a little respect have been appropriate? Especially in front of others?”

Aiden didn’t bother softening his tone.

“Since when did we start playing appropriate, Mr. Winslow?” he asked flatly. “I let you enter this office. That alone is enough respect … for a small shareholder requesting a meeting with the CEO.”

“You —” Daydd’s eyes flicked to Emyr, who was still standing nearby, making no move to leave. “I have something to discuss with him. You can leave first.”

But, Emyr simply looked at him, unbothered, as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Emyr might appear mild on the surface, but when it came to authority, he only took orders from Aiden.

“Did you not hear me?” Dafydd repeated again, non clearly irritated. “I asked you to leave.”

“Sorry, Mr. Winslow. Taking your orders doesn’t fall under my job description,” Emyr replied, polite but firm.

“You —”

“Emyr,” Aiden interrupted cooly, “you can step out and make sure those arrangements are followed through.”

Emyr took the cue. With a polite nod, he exited the room.

Once the door clicked shut, Dafydd snapped, “Watch your attitude, Aiden. In front of the world, I am still your father.”

“I never had any father,” Aiden replied without any hesitation. “Neither in my real life, and certainly not on paper.”

Dafydd’s face darkened with fury.

It was not like he wanted to hate this son —but Aiden was simply too overbearing.

Every time, he looked at him, he was reminded of Morwenna —of the unshakable pride in her eyes, the arrogant refusal to bow.

And he hated it.

“I have no interest in being your father either,” Dafydd said sharply, walking over to the couch and taking the seat.

“I came here today just to remind you that burning the bridges is never a good decision. You terminated so many board members, and cancelled the contracts with major investors, dealers and suppliers —do you really think that was the right decision?”

Aiden had been expecting this question from the beginning. Or more like, he was waiting for it.

***

Meanwhile, back in Cralens,

Catrin was losing her temper.

Her assistant stood stiffly in front of her.

“What do you mean that you weren’t able to find out?” she snapped. “Didn’t I just ask you to find the identity of the person who has been decided to be the President of Davies International? What’s so difficult about it?”

The assistant hesitated.

“Ma’am, it shouldn’t be a difficult task. But despite using all our resources, we weren’t able to uncover the identity. The matter is been kept extremely confidential. Apart from a select few, no one knows who the new President is. Everyone is just waiting for the official even to find out. So … we couldn’t get ahead of it.”

“Excuses,” Catrin snapped, hurling an exquisite vase to the floor., where it shattered into pieces.

“Do you think the President of a company is a position someone can just assign without discussion?”

Everything had to follow a proper procedure.

And if there was one thing that Catrin knew —it was that her mother, no matter how tyrannical, would never bypass protocol.

If a new President was being appointed, then it must have been discussed with everyone. Without getting the majority of shareholders’ approval, such a decision shouldn’t have been possible.

“Madam, unfortunately, we couldn’t find out,” the assistant repeated, keeping her gaze lowered.

“We have tried our best. There is a huge speculation about who the new President might be, but no one knows. Some believe it could be an internal promotion, but even then, they are uncertain.”

Catrin’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” she asked.

The assistant paused for a moment before speaking again, carefully, “Some employees suspect that the current Vice President might be taking over the role.”

“Vice President?” Catrin’s frown deepened. “Who is the Vice President?”