LOSER HUSBAND TO THE OCTOMILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 4 POWER SPEAKS LOUDER

Jack seized the opportunity to mock Artis further, while he straightened his collar and shook out the wrinkles in the lapels of his coat. 

He spoke with his tone completely serious, and his eyes red, flashing with anger;

"I am not the Jack Montgomery you used to know, Hardy! I am a successful executive at the Silver Canary Group, who can easily call the police here and report you for assault! 

I have so many witnesses here, not that I need any of them to get you behind bars! Just my word is enough."

A sharp smirk appeared on the corners of his mouth as he said,

"Anyway, a few days in jail will remind you of your real place in this world, and it will also give me some sweet moments to spend with your wife-"

Before Jack could finish his statement, a commanding voice cut through the commotion. 

"What is going on here?" 

A figure approached, with an aura of authority that commanded immediate attention. 

Jack's confident demeanor quickly faded on seeing the man who had just walked out of the lift, flanked by his two bodyguards. 

Clad in a charcoal gray suit, his posture was tall and confident, and he had a distinguished appearance, with well-groomed silver hair.

With each step, his polished leather shoes made a distinct and purposeful click against the floor, echoing his determined stride. 

Every detail of his appearance, from the precisely folded pocket square to the polished silver cufflinks, was perfect, with no margin for error. 

His crisp white dress shirt and silk tie completed the look, and what stood out the most was the pocket watch chain he had pinned to his vest. 

Even in this era of smartphones and smart watches, the chairman's preference for classic accessories reflected his affinity for tradition. 

As he walked, the crowd of employees who had gathered there parted, as whispers and murmurs grew behind him.  

The man stopped between Jack on one side and Artis on the other, his sharp eyes surveying the situation silently while Artis still struggled against the guards.

Jack felt a chill as he tried to regain his composure, realizing that he was facing none other than Samuel Holt, the chairman of Silver Canary Group.

After a few seconds, his voice echoed, shushing down all the other whispers;

"Have you all forgotten that this is a place of work, and not a street- fighting rink? What is the reason for this commotion during office hours, Mr Montgomery? Miss Emma?"

Emma snapped out of her daze on hearing her name. Clearly, she had not expected the chairman to appear on the first floor. 

She hastily set down the phone that she had picked up on Jack's behest, to call the police. She lowered her gaze without saying anything; she was still unable to process what had just happened. 

Crack!

The crisp sound echoed across the hall as Jack received an unexpected slap across his face, rendering him momentarily senseless. 

Not because the slap was particularly forceful, but because it had caught him completely off guard! 

His hand reached out to hold his cheek out of reflex while struggling to comprehend what was happening. But as he raised his head, he only saw the face of Samuel Holt in front of him, and he gathered that he was the one who had administered that slap. 

"You really need to know your place, young man!" 

Although he was still inquiring about the reason for the disturbance, Mr. Holt had overheard Jack's last words about sending someone to jail on false charges.

No matter if it was a senior official in his company or a sweeper, he couldn't tolerate bullying at all. 

And just like that, before the speculations could come to an end, Samuel Holt had intervened in the dramatic situation, and he demanded next,

"Who was being thrown out just now?" 

Jack, still recovering from the shock, pointed at Artis Hardy, who had been the one to summon Samuel Holt by his call.

Although he hadn't said a word, Samuel had guessed by the missed call that something might be wrong, and rushed downstairs after hearing that a fight had broken out. 

Before he could explain further, Samuel Holt's stern voice shook everyone present there;

"Guards! How dare you manhandle my guest like this!

I shall be lodging a complaint at the Sentinel Security Agency, about your unprofessional demeanor. This is really disrespectful on part of our company!"

Samuel Holt continued to speak, and each word from his mouth managed to shake the people present there, to their core. 

"Mr. Hardy is my guest here, as I had called him for a meeting at my personal office.

Please be assured, Mr. Hardy, that my doors are always open for you. I am flabbergasted that my staff has treated you like this and harassed you in this manner…"

While Mr. Holt continued to speak, Emma felt like the voice was reaching her from miles away. She was stunned, and as she watched the drama unfolding before her eyes, she almost could not believe whether this was fiction or reality. 

The chairman of the company addressed the uncouth and unkempt man standing before them, whom she had initially dismissed as someone seeking charity. 

In the end, she had no choice but to surrender to the fact that this man was, in fact, Artis Hardy, the very person Jack had been taunting. 

The guards didn't take a second longer to release Artis as soon as Samuel Holt shifted his focus towards him.

Artis immediately stood on his own two feet, saying;

"Mr. Holt, I had indeed arrived here with the intention of meeting you, but nobody at your office took me seriously at all. Nobody even cooperated enough to make a single phone call to your office."

Mr. Holt immediately stepped forward and his eyes began to scan Artis for any injuries, as he said;

"Mr. Hardy, I sincerely apologize on behalf of the Silver Canary Group, and I assure you, strict action will be taken against anyone who misbehaved with you!

But first, please let me know if you have sustained any injuries? Should I call the medical team for a proper examination?"

"No, no, Mr. Holt, there is no need for that. I had just come here to play a prank on you, but the tables turned on my own head and the situation took such an unexpected and unpleasant turn."

He explained with a half-hearted smile, and the fact that he had tried to dismiss the entire thing as a prank instead of blaming them directly didn't go unnoticed by them. 

Meanwhile, Jack felt a chill run down his spine as he broke out in a cold sweat. He had a bad feeling ever since the chairman had arrived on this floor.

And now, watching him show such genuine concern for Artis, the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach intensified. This only meant one thing for him: trouble. 

Had he really taken Artis Hardy too.