"Actually, it’s simple if I don’t want any trouble. I could just send someone to shut down the magazine and retract the news.
You don’t need to worry about it, it’s not your concern."
"That won’t do," Faye Townsend became anxious: "If you retract the news now, it will make it look like we have something to hide."
Hunter Warren nodded: "So, you want to handle this openly and straightforwardly?"
"Exactly, I did nothing wrong in this matter, and there’s no reason for me to be skittish.
We weren’t even married back then, how could you call me a homewrecker?"
"Then you should personally go to the magazine and confront whoever wrote the article."
Faye Townsend smiled slyly: "That’s exactly what I was thinking.
Alright, you continue with your work, I’m heading downstairs, come home early."
After ending the call, Hunter Warren returned to his office, listened to a subordinate’s work report, and started looking up news about Sebastian Sheldon on his phone.
As expected, his past relationship with her had really been exposed.
However, he was firmly convinced that Sebastian Sheldon was related to this matter.
Scrolling down, he saw the photos of Faye Townsend with their two children, his brows furrowed, his expression cooling a few degrees.
The department manager who was reporting noticed his dark expression started sweating nervously.
The initially smooth report gradually became disorganized and finally came to a halt.
Hunter Warren’s gaze fell on his phone, with displeasure in his voice said: "Lost your tongue? Continue."
"Yes... yes, Mr. President, the overall profits for the latter half of this year have grown by two percentage points year-on-year, which is... quite far from the anticipated four percent growth target. We will continue to work hard, striving to meet it by the end of the year..."
"Effort isn’t something you just talk about, action is what counts as effort.
I hear you’ve been going out for drinks every night till late, switching partners faster than clothes, is that right?"
As he spoke, Hunter Warren tossed his phone casually onto the documents.
The manager swallowed nervously: "Second master... I..."
Hunter Warren coldly said: "No need to explain to me, I’m not an unreasonable boss.
You can fulfil your desires, I won’t stop you, but listen carefully, if by the end of this year you haven’t met the minimum goals set at the beginning of the year, you might as well start looking for another job."
After looking around at the others present, Hunter Warren crossed his arms: "Next."
The few who had finished their reports felt fortunate; ever since the boss returned from the call, he had become much stricter, challenging almost everyone.
The next morning, Faye Townsend, along with Declan Rivers, visited the magazine that had published the mistress claim.
Upon arriving at the magazine, Declan explained their intent to the receptionist who quickly called the magazine’s executives.
After the call, the receptionist politely told Faye Townsend, "I’m sorry Ms. Townsend, our manager is in a meeting..."
"Is that so? Well, make another call and explain to him.
I didn’t come here to kindly ask for a meeting.
If he doesn’t meet with me now, I’ll have to hand this matter over to my lawyers.
He’ll just have to face the consequences then."
Faye Townsend’s eyes carried an intimidating threat.
After hesitating for a moment, the receptionist made another call.
Faye Townsend stood opposite her, listening as she repeated her exact words into the phone.
Now, it all depended on whether the magazine’s boss was smart enough.
If he wasn’t and chose to hide like a ’Black Turtle,’ then she would have to resort to a tougher approach.
Less than a minute after the call, the magazine’s CEO personally came out to greet Faye Townsend.
He extended his hand for a handshake as soon as he appeared, but Faye Townsend didn’t move, maintaining a crossed-arm position.
"Oh, Director Townsend, I’m really sorry, I was in the middle of a meeting.
This receptionist didn’t make it clear who wanted to meet when she first called, so I..."
"She did say, and made it very clear, ’Ms. Faye Townsend, CEO of Townsend Corporation wants to meet the manager,’ I heard it very clearly."
"Er, that must be my secretary not reporting to me clearly." He awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Director Townsend, please, come in, come in."
Faye Townsend entered the modest magazine office with a queenly demeanor and eventually made it to the manager’s office.
Once seated, someone brought in tea, another brought in fruit.
Faye Townsend didn’t even glance at them, directly saying: "You must be CEO Wang, right? Stop the fuss, I’m not here to have tea and fruit and chat with you.
We are all busy, wouldn’t it be better to discuss the matter at hand?"
"Right, you’re absolutely correct, Director Townsend," CEO Wang responded and sat down across from her.