Sweet Twins

Chapter 419 Not Suitable

"Father..." Angelina had never seen Frederic lose his temper like this.

She was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything. She just followed him out the ward silently.

A doctor rushed over and asked, "Mr. Fu, where are you going?"

Angelina gestured at the doctor, hinting for him to stop Frederic.

Frederic was hard-headed all his life though. When he made up his mind, nobody could stop him.

Nobody, not even a doctor!

"I'm going to Charles. Are you going to stop me?" said Frederic aggressively.

"Why? You're still recovering. It wouldn't be wise to walk around so much..."

Before the doctor could finish his words, Frederic interrupted him coldly, "Who said I had to walk? I will take a car. Driver! Driver!"

The driver was drinking tea in the other room, awaiting Frederic's orders. He ran out in a hurry when he heard Frederic's call.

"Sir, are you calling me?"

"Take me to the TS Group to find Charles."

"Yes, sir."

Angelina sighed and held his hand as she helped him to the elevator.

She thought about possibly warning Charles that grandpa was coming. She wanted to text him secretly so he could prepare himself.

As soon as she reached for her bag, Frederic barked, "Angelina, don't call Charles!"

"No, I wasn't going to call him." Angelina smiled awkwardly and took out her hand.

Frederic arrived at the company while Charles was in a board meeting.

The shareholders were all fence-sitters. They began to suck up to Charles after they saw that Derrick was over.

"Mr. Fu, it was all your uncle's fault. He was just way too careless and that caused the accident. He must have caused an insurmountable trouble for you, even outside of work!"

"Mr. Fu, how is your uncle now? Is he awake?"

The shareholders didn't even address Derrick the same anymore.

They almost alienated him.

"He is fine. He will wake up soon," Charles said sharply.

The shareholders were all silent, especially those who had gone to Derrick's house for the party. They were afraid that Charles was about to lose his cool.

Charles wasn't in the mood to have this argument, so he analyzed the new energy market and asked others to express their opinions.

The secretary suddenly came in and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, your grandfather is here. He'll be in soon."

"Don't let him come to the meeting room. Tell him to wait in my office," Charles ordered.

The secretary then exited.

At this moment, Frederic was walking towards the room.

The secretary stopped him hurriedly, "Sir, our president is having a meeting. Please wait in his office."

"I'm going to talk to him. How dare you try to stop me?" Frederic shouted angrily.

"Please calm down. It was the president's orders. The meeting will be over soon," the secretary said with a smile.

"I'm going to see him now!"

Frederic was so used to being in charge around here. This was once his stomping ground. He couldn't understand how he wasn't allowed into the meeting room.

"Sir, please calm down. I heard that you like drinking Pu'er tea, so I'll get you some right away. This way, please." The secretary didn't want to disrespect Frederic but she didn't dare disobey Charles either.

Whatever she did, she had to convince Frederic to go with her to the office.

The more she tried, the more enraged Frederic became. He hated when anyone challenged his authority. So he waved his crutch angrily and smashed it towards the secretary.

"Oh, Father, don't do that to the poor lady." Angelina grabbed his crutch in a hurry.

Frederic's frustration refused to waver. This behavior was okay at home but how could he do this at Charles' company?

The secretary was stuck in a difficult position.

"Sir, don't be angry. I'm not trying to control you, the president just gave me strict orders." The secretary ducked aside, holding her head.

"Charles, come out now! You're not even letting me in the room. How dare you?" Frederic shouted, waving his crutch wildly.

Nobody dared approach this enraged figure.

The meeting room was dead silent. Everyone pricked up their ears to hear Frederic's roar.

They lowered their heads and stole a glance at Charles.

Charles rubbed his furrowed brow and said, "The meeting is over."

All the shareholders stood up and went out silently.

Frederic pushed his way towards the door of the meeting room. He waved his crutch, ushering people out the way.

"You ungrateful people, don't you remember how I treated you? Just because I'm not here, did you forget about me?"

"No, sir. The president is inside. Please go in." All the shareholders scattered like birds.

Frederic stormed into the meeting room.

"Charles!" he roared.

"Father, calm down. Charles, come and help Grandpa," Angelina tried to persuade them, hoping that they would stop this madness.

Their fighting wouldn't just affect them. It was much bigger than that.

The main reason was that she didn't want to get the TS Group into trouble. If Derrick or Joseph really took over the group, it would be a disaster.

Then all that Charles did would be in vain. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

That was what Angelina was most afraid of!

Charles was still sitting on his seat, glancing at the time on his watch.

"Charles!" Frederic was so angry that his breathing sounded more like heaving. He expected Charles to at least stand up when he entered the room.

Did he still treat Frederic as his grandfather?

"I'm here. What's up?" Finally, Charles turned to look at Frederic calmly.

"This is my company. Can't I come here if I want to?" Frederic slumped in the chair angrily.

"Father, please don't be angry with Charles. Your heart is hardly at its best. What if you have a heart attack again?" Angelina said anxiously.

"Don't you all want me to die anyway?"

"Father, please don't say that. Secretary, make tea quickly." Angelina turned around and shouted at the door.

The secretary had already made tea, but she dared not enter until Frederic calmed down. When she heard Angelina, she rushed in with it.

"Sir, have some tea!" the secretary said, setting the cup on the table in front of him.

Frederic swung his arm and knocked the cup over, splashing tea everywhere.