She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 552: The Parry Group Bankruptcy

As soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by numerous journalists and media, with flashing lights blinding him.

Click.

In the instant the cameras clicked, Teagan closed his eyes and instinctively covered his face with his hand.

His assistants and bodyguards behind him quickly stepped forward, blocking the lenses.

"Stop taking pictures!"

"I'm talking to you, stop taking pictures!"

They even resorted to rude and violent means, smashing cameras in front of everyone.

This only fueled the discontent of the other media personnel.

As the legal representative of the company, after enjoying the dividends brought by social resources, it was only right for him to fulfill his obligations and face external scrutiny.

It was important to note that behind the Parry Group, there were thousands of shareholders.

Each of them represented a household.

From yesterday until today, the sharp decline in Parry Group's stock had already led to several cases of suicide.

Some jumped from buildings.

Some used credit cards to slit their wrists.

And some even drank pesticide... The common factor among them was that they all bought shares of the Parry Group.

Unable to bear such huge losses, they resorted to suicide.

While buying stocks was an individual action, unrelated to the company, the Parry Group, as the trigger, should provide explanations and condolences.

However, overnight, there had been no news whatsoever from the Parry Group.

This act undoubtedly chilled the hearts of countless shareholders. Who would dare to continue holding onto Parry Group stocks?

The angrier they became, the more it seemed like they were guilty in the eyes of outsiders. Journalists, eager to uncover news, used their sharp sensitivity to ask questions that left Teagan unable to answer. "Mr. Parry, could you explain the tax evasion issue and the subsequent stock plunge of the Parry Group?"

"That's right, Mr. Parry, I heard that your Yrose residential project, Twin Hotel, has become an abandoned project, and it has left the migrant workers unpaid for over half a year. Could you please provide an explanation?"

"Is it true that the Parry Group is on the verge of bankruptcy? Mr. Parry..."

"Will your alliance with the Lawrence family be affected? Last night, your father-in-law, Mr. George, sold off twenty million shares. Were you aware of it?"

"Mr. Parry, please answer our questions directly."

Tax evasion, unpaid wages, suicide - each of these matters was enough to drive him crazy.

At this moment, his father-in-law, George, instead of standing by his side, chose to add fuel to the fire by selling off the Parry Group shares he held. He was truly a textbook example of unfaithfulness.

After listening, Teagan's handsome face immediately darkened, and under the protection of his bodyguards, he walked towards his luxury car.

He drove away.

Meanwhile, Chris mercilessly dragged a young woman, ignoring her struggles, and pushed her to the entrance of the company.

He let go abruptly.

The woman, wearing high heels, couldn't steady herself in time and fell to the ground.

September's temperature was not low, and the ground was scorching hot, as if it were a flaming pan. As soon as her bare legs touched the ground, she quickly got up.

With a pitiful look, she grabbed ChrisNôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

by his collar, her tearful eyes pleading, Mr. Richards, I beg you. can't afford to lose this job. Please speak to the CEO on my behalf can fulfill any of your wishes, including... giving myself."

Chris didn't intend to be so rude to a woman, but this woman clung to him like a piece of adhesive tape and insisted on seeing the CEO.

Therefore, he had to resort to force and personally kicked her out of the company.

Following behind Chris were two employees, one holding a cardboard box and the other carrying Jenna's bag, placing them in front of her.

Her colleagues, in a kind voice, consoled Jenna, "You've made such a big mistake, and the CEO not reporting you to the police and letting you go is already being merciful. Leave now."

If she continued to linger here, crying and slandering the reputation of the Foley Group, she might end up in jail.

Ignoring her attempt to bargain, Chris resolutely turned around and left with his two subordinates.

As Kelvin's right-hand man, he had attended numerous meetings and banquets on behalf of the CEO. Businesspeople from Akloit were wary of him.

Various seduction techniques had been tried, but none had effect on him.

Not even female celebrities who were famous in the entertainment industry could catch his attention, let alone someone as ordinary as Jenna. She really thought highly of herself. Did she think every man would be interested in her?

When Teagan arrived, he happened to see this woman crying while clutching her belongings in the flower bed next to the Foley Group building. He furrowed his brows and coldly muttered, then rolled up the car window.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Mr. Parry."

As the luxury car drove past Jenna, she continued to complain about Kelvin being heartless and muttered about the sun being too scorching.

She feared her skin would get tanned, so she used her handbag to shield herself from the sun.

Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught sight of a car driving away on the road, and it seemed familiar.

But since she couldn't clearly see the license plate, Jenna diverted her gaze.

It couldn't be Mr. Parry, could it?

If he saw her in such a pitiful state, how could he possibly ignore her?

She then took out her phone from the bag and dialed Teagan's number.

Less than fifty meters away from her, at the traffic light intersection, the light was still red. The black Rolls-Royce was stuck in the middle.

The car owners in front and behind intentionally kept their distance from it.

Aside from envy, they were also afraid of accidentally colliding with it, which would result in a hefty compensation.

Inside the car, Teagan's phone rang. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the incoming call display before decisively turning off the phone and tossing it onto the seat beside him. After completing all of this, he coldly ordered the driver, "Go to the Berry Mansion."

"Yes."

...

At Akloit College, the scorching sun dazzled the eyes.

The bright sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating the classroom. The swaying tree shadows outside cast a dancing reflection on the desks.

On the podium, the teacher's voice

was as calm as an

electrocardiogram, showing noè waves, just like the constant heart rate of a patient. If that were the case in medicine, it would mean the patient was close to death.

The university students in the audience dreaded these dull theoretical classes, especially in the hot weather of a summer afternoon. The crowded and quiet atmosphere of the classroom was perfect for taking a nap.

As a result, those who didn't use their phones began to nap on their desks, pecking at them like little chicks. Jerry was one of them.