Chapter 801

Nathan gave Theodore a deadpan stare. 'Forget it... Seems I was worrying for nothing.'

Theodore would never betray him.

Reginald Blackwood was hell-bent on removing Nathan from Blackwood Industries' leadership. He tapped into his old network, bringing in retired executives while hunting down those Nathan had sidelined. Within days, the corporation became a battlefield of whispered alliances.

High-ranking executives gambled their careers with each choice. Lower-level employees? Their loyalty meant little in this power play.

Yet Nathan remained unfazed by his grandfather's maneuvers. Multiple warnings reached him daily. He dismissed them all with icy calm.

Without any visible counterstrategy, his allies grew restless. But Nathan's position was unshakable. He'd transformed Blackwood Industries from a shadow player into a global powerhouse - an achievement Reginald's generation could never claim. The young talent Nathan nurtured? They thrived on meritocracy, not nepotism.

Reginald's outdated "who you know" mentality? It promoted unqualified relatives to executive roles. No self-respecting professional would tolerate that. While others panicked, Nathan scrolled through his phone.

Evelyn had posted a photo of her healing leg on social media. The caption read: "Grateful for your concern. Recovery's going well." Overwhelmed by messages, she'd made this public update. The image showed her walking with crutches.

Nathan's thumb hovered over her profile. Only this post remained visible - her account was set to three-day visibility. His jaw tightened. Damn privacy settings. He hit 'like' on the sole available post.

Then he commented: [That leg could fall off and you'd still be the most stunning woman alive.] Theodore's advice? 'Flattery works.'

These words came from Nathan's heart. Surely Evelyn would be touched. He didn't see her furious blush when she read it.

The bastard made it sound like she was dying!

Her reply appeared instantly: [Go to hell!] 'That man exists to infuriate me!'

Satisfied, Nathan set his phone down. His gaze shifted to Harrison and Theodore in his office. "Report."

Harrison's eye twitched after his lengthy earlier briefing.

Theodore shot him a sympathetic look. Harrison adjusted his glasses with practiced calm. "Mr. Blackwood, your grandfather held private meetings with all department heads. As instructed, we've secured full recordings."

Nathan's smirk was glacial. "What's the old man offering?"

He wanted to measure Reginald's desperation. Harrison remained expressionless. "Twenty percent salary hikes. Annual stock bonuses. He's demanding they organize employee strikes during his birthday gala."

A derisive snort. "Delusional."