Accidentally Married To Mr. Billionaire

The findings

"Declan..." Gerald snarled, his fists clenched. Raw anger shot through him. "Don't forget his father was the co-founder of this company."

"That's why I tolerate him," Declan retorted vehemently. "Tell me first, why can't you stop the news from leaking? Didn't you say you'd take care of everything? Is this how you handle things?"

Gerald averted his gaze, mortified. "I did everything I could to stop the rumors," he mumbled. "I am not sure how it got out. I will ask Sean to contact the news agencies. If they do not apologize for this, I will file a defamation suit."

"There is no need. Francis has already taken down all the rubbish from social media. He will also deal with the news agencies. Do me a favor. Don't involve Sean in it. I suspect he leaked the news."

"How can you say that?" Gerald snapped.

"Please, Dad. I don't want to argue with you."

"Very well." Gerald left, huffing and puffing.

"Ugh..." Declan leaned back in his seat, pinching his brow.

Knock-Knock...

"Come on... Give me some break," Declan groaned, flailing his arms in the air. "Who is that?" He shouted.

"Francis."

"Come in."

Francis came in, pushing open the door.

"It's done," Francis informed him, taking a seat opposite him. "The media will soon issue an apology letter."

"Find out who leaked the news," Declan snarled.

"To be honest, it's a little difficult." Francis exhaled deeply. "There were hundreds of guests at the wedding. Anyone could have done it."

"What about Sean?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Declan arched his eyebrows, skeptical.

"Absolutely."

"Ugh..." Declan groaned and pinched his brow, resting his elbows on the table.

"Well, you have got a luncheon with Mr. Lee in two hours. This deal is important. Mr. Sean Miller is also seeking his meeting. But Mr. Lee gives the appointment to you first."

"I know." Declan clutched the paperweight, his expression turning somber. "Sean is always looking for a competition with me. He thinks he can snatch the CEO position from me." His grip on the paperweight became firmer.

"There is one more thing you should keep in mind," Francis said, his tone serious. "Mr. Lee is an orthodox person. The news can have an impact on the meeting. You need to be careful."

"Hmm..." Declan nodded, rolling the paperweight. His face turned pensive as he contemplated something.

Knock-Knock...

"Come in," he summoned.

Derrek came in wearing a gleeful smile on his lips, a carry bag in his hand.

"Alright. I will call you later." Francis stood up and smiled at Derrek as he walked out.

Declan scowled at his younger brother and then glanced at the carry bag, wondering what was inside.

"Good morning, brother." Derrek put the bag on the table.

"What is it?" Declan nodded towards the bag.

"This..." Derrek laughed. "Jewelry."

"Jewelry?"