After all, that was Torben Hill, the famed devil incarnate of Millsburg and the son of an elite family. It was absurd to see him beaten up into a pulp like that. They wouldn’t have believed that the Hill Family had a weak spot if they had not witnessed the scene with their own eyes. The fact that Dustin was the man behind the Hill Family’s forced submission.
They wondered about his origins and viewed him in a new light. Some were shocked; some were curious; a few were fearful; and more than everything, they admired him, for not many in Millsburg had the power to force the Hills into submission.
That went to show how remarkable Dustin was. Mike and Nina, who had been looking down on Dustin, were now quiet. At the end of the day, they found out they were the naive ones.
At that moment, Dustin’s phone started to ring. He picked up the call from Dahlia. “Where are you? Didn’t you promise to come with me on my first day at Nicholson Corp. Are you standing me up?”
“No, of course not. I was held back by something. Be there soon,” Dustin explained.
“Where are you? I’ll go pick you up.”
“I’m at Pinevale Hospital”
After hanging up, he immediately turned around and said to Abigail “Take good care of Mr. Robinson. If
anything happens, just give me a call. I have to leave now.”
“Yes, Sir, please be careful!” She reminded him. He smiled at her before leaving. “Don’t you worry. The Hills won’t do anything to me.”
20 minutes later, a blue Maserati pulled up to the hospital entrance. The car window rolled down to reveal an attractive woman. “Why are you standing there? Hop on now.” She jutted her chin out.
“Right away.” He sat in the driver’s seat and beamed. “Chairman Nicholson, I see you’ve been doing pretty well, haven’t you? You’ve got a new car!”
“Cut that out!” She rolled her eyes at him. “I need to talk to you about work. I might run into problems at the board meeting later. You should prepare yourself for that.”
“Problems? You’re the chairman of the group. Who would have the guts to give you problems?” He sounded curious.
“I’m an outsider who joined and became a chairman, and I don’t have a group of people loyal to me there. It’s hard to take control.” She shook her head. “Plus, many are eyeing my position. The greatest threat right now is from this guy called Hank Hoffman.”
“Hank Hoffman. Who is he?” Dustin pressed on.
‘He’s the vice chairman of Nicholson Corp. and a man loyal to Madam Alma, Regulus‘ first wife, because she has supported his career. He’s more advanced than me in terms of his seniority and his connections. Hank has the respect of the whole company.”
“But his reputation still can’t rival that of your patriarch, am I right? Regulus Nicholson personally appointed you as the chairman. I bet they have to listen to him,” Dustin reassured her.
She nodded and muttered, “I hope so.”
They chatted during the drive and soon arrived at the Nicholson Corp. building. The company, worth tens of billions, was well–known and reputable in Millsburg. The Nicholson Corp. building was located in the bustling
and wealthy prime area downtown.
When Dahlia and Dustin entered the office, they made their way to the meeting room. There, they found that the meeting room was packed with senior executives and shareholders.
The middle–aged man sitting at the head of the table had a beer belly and a mole at the corner of his lips. His nose was as red as Rudolph’s, and his eyes were mousey. Overall, his freckled face could only be described as unappealing. The man was Hank Hoffman, the vice chairman of Nicholson Corp.
“Dahlia, you’re late. The board meeting has started. Get yourself a seat.” Hank sat in the chairman’s seat leisurely, not showing any sign of vacating it for her. He indirectly provoked her with that disrespectful move.
