A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

An old man walked with a crutch. When he came in, everyone in the room put on a serious face, and Elvis became

more relieved.

The old man walked up to Elvis and turned to look at Bryson coldly.

The old man's gaze was sharp, and he emitted a terrifying aura.

"Bryson, the Cordova Group was founded by me, your grandfather, and my younger brother. It is not your company

alone. You were not even born when the Cordova Group was established!"

The old man's words were filled with arrogance.

Bryson looked at the old man with a straight face.

"Mr. Cordova, we are in a meeting. You should leave now!" Bryson said in a commanding tone.

The old man became angry. He raised his cane and swept all the objects on the table to the ground. It was a

complete mess.a

Everyone in the meeting room suddenly became tense.

The old man pointed at Bryson's face with his cane.

"Bryson, even your grandfather has never spoken to me like this. Your father has to respect me whenever he meets

me. How dare you talk to me like that?"

Bryson still looked at the old man calmly.

"Mr. Cordova, I respect you as an elder, so I did not have you taken out of the room. But if you persist in doing so, I

have no choice."

"How dare you!" The old man roared in anger and became even more agitated, "Where is your father? He should

come here and see how rude his son is."

Bryson's expression remained calm ever since the old man entered the meeting room.

"Mr. Cordova, do you forget the rules of the Yan Corporation? During the meeting, no one is allowed to break in."

"You want to capture my son in front of everyone. Have you asked me? Beating a dog depends on the master. Elvis

is my son. Shouldn't I be protecting him?"

"You have a problem with your son's education and allowed him to make mistakes in the company. Since you can't

teach him well, I'd love to help."

The old man was so angry that his face turned red. "Bryson, how dare you lecture me? I have to say that Elvis is my

son. Who wants to take him away, step over me first. Otherwise, no one can hurt my son without my permission."

All the fear in Elvis's mind turned into arrogance.

With his father here, no one dared to take him away.

"Mr. Cordova, do you insist on protecting him?"

"Didn't he just take bribes and embezzle some money from the company? What's the big deal?" The old man

snorted, "It's not a big deal. I'll pay you back."

"It's not about money!" After saying this, Bryson looked at Audrey and said, "Angel, show him the evidence!"

Audrey took out a document from the folder and handed it to the old man.

The old man glanced at Audrey and said coldly, "I heard that our company's legal advisor has a seductive face.

They were right!"

Audrey furrowed her brows.

Bryson, who always looked so calm, now put on a gloomy face.

Although the old man said this, Audrey still handed the document to him.

"This ... is the evidence of Mr. Elvis hiring a murder."

The old man's face darkened. "Evidence of murder?"

Audrey explained unhurriedly, "During the time when Mr. Elvis was in office, he took advantage of his position many

times to embezzle the company's property to make money. Of course, there would be a few people who were

dissatisfied with Mr. Elvis during the process. In order to achieve his goal, Mr. Elvis hired a murder. These ... are the

evidence about the murder."

Audrey paused for a moment, "Mr. Bryson did not intend to take these things out before. As long as Mr. Elvis

surrendered obediently, the Cordova Group would only sue Mr. Elvis for economic crimes. But since you have

appeared, Mr. Bryson has to take these things out."

The old man took the document Audrey handed over and glanced at Elvis. The latter looked a little flustered, then

the old man looked at the document.

After the old man flipped to a certain page, Audrey smiled and introduced, "This page is the evidence that Mr. Elvis

has bribed the servants of the Cordova Mansion to tamper with the brakes of Mr. Bryson's car."

Elvis retorted immediately, "Nonsense! I have never done this. You framed me."

Audrey took out a recording pen and said, "Mr. Elvis, the servant you bribed recorded your conversation in case.

Would you like to hear what you said?"

Elvis was stunned when he saw the recording pen in Audrey's hand.

He had seen that pen.

Elvis subconsciously wanted to snatch it away, but Audrey dodged quickly and played the recording in public.

"Have you thought about what I told you?"

That was Elvis's voice.

"I've thought it through. I can tamper with Mr. Bryson's brakes, but my price has to be increased to five hundred

thousand. I will not take a cent less."

"Alright, five hundred thousand. I will pay you two hundred and fifty thousand first. When you finish this, I will pay

you the rest!" Elvis readily agreed.

"I'll get the job done."

"Remember, if you can't complete the mission, don't tell anyone I told you to do this. Otherwise, your family might

lose their lives." Elvis threatened the servant.

"I understand."

As the recording ended, the sweat on Elvis's face dripped down.

"Your recording is fake!" Elvis pointed at Audrey's face and cursed, "You bitch! How dare you use this to frame me?"

Audrey replied calmly, "I can ask a professional to compare the sound, then we will know if it is true."

The old man gritted his teeth. "If that's the case, you can't say that my son murdered Bryson because nothing

happened to Bryson. My son didn't kill him. That's not murder."

The old man insisted on protecting Elvis.

Bryson narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Security, take Elvis away for murder."

The old man immediately stood in front of Elvis and said, "No one can take him away!"

The old man looked at the security, "If you want to take Elvis away, you have to step over me first."

When the security saw this, they did not dare to step any further.

The old man winked at someone to call Madisyn over.

Audrey knew that it was not a good idea to keep deadlock like this. When the old man stood in front of Elvis, Audrey

had already made her way to the back of the old man and threw Elvis to the security guards.

The old man could only watch Elvis be taken away.