Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 421: So, Let’s Add Fuel to the Fire

"Director Wyatt, the last time at Aether was our first official meeting," Serena said.

She did have a series of good plans.

Jasper Ford also had the idea of paving the way for her.

But she wasn’t specifically targeting Desmond Wyatt.

"It seems everyone hasn’t reached an agreement yet," Serena stood up and said, "It’s also my oversight. Let’s do it this way—I’ll come back next time, and we can each take some time to think it over."

Saying this, Serena bowed slightly, glanced at Silas Hawthorne, nodded, and then walked out with Raine.

Silas Hawthorne got up and went out with Serena.

Desmond Wyatt was suddenly dumbfounded.

"What?" He couldn’t understand.

How come she just left suddenly?

"Where are you going?" Desmond Wyatt loudly asked, looking at Serena’s back.

Seemingly realizing something, Desmond Wyatt became a bit anxious: "Are you going to talk with the Quentins?"

Serena almost couldn’t hold back her laughter. Silas Hawthorne, beside her, also lowered his eyes to look at her, keeping his expression neutral.

"Serena!" Desmond Wyatt’s anxious voice still came from behind.

Serena paused for a moment and slowly turned around.

She was standing right at the meeting room door at that moment.

From here, she could see the entire meeting room.

The afternoon sunlight diffused through the windows, brightening the entire room.

The people in the meeting room had various expressions.

Serena smiled and said, "I have other matters to attend to."

Before Desmond Wyatt could ask anything else, Serena continued, "Of course, it might also be a meeting with the Quentins."

"As for Aether’s shares..." the bearded man beside couldn’t help but ask.

Serena smiled without speaking.

The meaning was clear—who would get the Aether Group’s shares depended on their choice.

"Excuse me," Serena said, then turned and left.

At this point, even if anyone wanted her to stay, they couldn’t hold her back.

Because Serena was walking quickly in her pointed heels.

Tap tap tap...

In no time, she disappeared from everyone’s sight.

"Director Wyatt, what do we do now?"

"Director Wyatt! If Serena really gives the Aether shares to the Quentins, we’ll be laughingstocks!"

"Director Wyatt, say something!"

...

While chaos brewed on that side, on the other side, Serena, Silas Hawthorne, and Raine took the elevator downstairs.

In the elevator, Serena and Silas shared a smile.

"What are your plans next?" Silas Hawthorne asked gently, looking at Serena’s hair, "From what I know about Desmond Wyatt and his opposition, things won’t go smoothly."

Serena looked at her face in the elevator’s reflective surface.

"So, we need to add fuel to the fire." Serena laughed, glancing at her phone.

Silas Hawthorne lowered his eyes, appreciating Serena’s thoughtful look.

He liked her this way.

Confident, radiant, and glowing.

He would let her go all out, focusing all light on her.

Let everyone know that everything she achieved wasn’t because of him or anyone else but because she was Serena.

"Ding!"

The elevator arrived.

Serena looked up at Silas Hawthorne.

"Go back, they’ll be in chaos, I can handle it myself," Serena said softly.

"Okay." Silas Hawthorne nodded but still escorted her to the car before heading back.

After watching Serena’s car leave, Silas Hawthorne withdrew his gaze.

The smile faded from his face as he returned to the elevator and went straight to the meeting room.

At that moment, the meeting room was still noisy.

As soon as Silas Hawthorne returned, someone immediately approached.

"Mr. Hawthorne, what do we do now? What did Serena say?"

Silas Hawthorne didn’t immediately answer but instead sat in the main seat.

"Mr. Hawthorne, Serena is your fiancée. As the group’s president, you should have her transfer the shares to the Hawthorne Group!"

"Mr. Hawthorne..."

However, listening to these words, Silas Hawthorne mocked and laughed.

He said, "As per Serena’s requirements: shares traded for shares; that’s the only way."

"But she’s just a second-hand product..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise echoed.

Everyone stopped and looked at the grim-faced Silas Hawthorne.

Beside him was the chair he had smashed to the ground.

It was still gently swaying.

"If anyone dares to call her that again, come take a trip to the sea with me."

Silas Hawthorne’s lips curled slightly, but no one felt any relief; they were even more afraid.

"I’d like to see whether your flesh is tougher or a shark’s teeth!"

They suddenly remembered how Silas Hawthorne had fought for everything amidst the chaos at sea.

If things at sea were really easy, it would never have fallen to the then-exiled Silas Hawthorne to manage.

After all, dropping someone in the sea, they would never be seen again.

Nobody dared to speak, each with their heads down, not even daring to look at Silas Hawthorne.

Silas Hawthorne’s cold eyes swept over everyone, seeing them like quail, he laughed coldly.

Useless cowards, only showing strength to each other!

Finally, he looked at Secretary Sawyer, who immediately understood and went to get the meeting recording from this session.

The two then left together.

It wasn’t until several minutes after Silas Hawthorne left that they breathed a sigh of relief.

"So angry."

"Sigh... What kind of sedative did Serena give him?"

"Don’t say that, he would really do it."

The crowd muttered, Desmond Wyatt looking resentful.

...

On the other side.

Serena had arrived at the Quentin Group.

Lucas Quentin immediately came out to greet her.

Right now, Serena was in high demand; it was a treat to see her.

Serena smiled and said, "Look at you..."

How could this still be the distinguished young master of Aeston, Lucas Quentin?

He was simply like a lackey!

"I’m abandoning my past image," Lucas Quentin said solemnly, "Learning from Jasper Ford."

Raine couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Serena’s face also showed a smile.

"Don’t laugh at me. I’m telling you, many people in the industry are secretly learning from Jasper Ford, and I’ve heard many people are going up the mountains in groups." Lucas Quentin said matter-of-factly.

"Going up the mountains to do what?" Serena was somewhat confused.

"Going to temples or Taoist monasteries," Lucas Quentin said as he led them to the meeting room, "They’re also hoping for a big opportunity from the heavens."

Serena was stunned and marveled.

"I’m more practical." Lucas Quentin misunderstood Serena’s reaction but said, "I’m learning to be a lackey."

Saying this, he bowed with a smile, "Mr. Sheridan, please."

Serena shook her head helplessly and followed Lucas Quentin into the meeting room.

"Serena!"

"Serena, you’re here!"

"Please, sit down!"

The meeting room was full of familiar faces.

This time, although it was said that she came to see Lucas Quentin, it was actually just a formality.

She was here to meet someone.

Needed them to cover for her.

Serena sat down, looked at the woman sitting across from her, and smiled and nodded.

The other party also nodded.

They understood each other without words.