Chapter 10 Rewards And Punishments

The entire place fell silent.

Mathew began to gasp for breath, while everyone else held their breaths.

Judson's heart began to race, and Elissa broke into a cold sweat.

They were all praying that the general manager had only mistaken Patrick for someone else, or that they were only having a nightmare.

Mathew, who had been standing stiff for so long, felt the glass in his hand suddenly become lighter.

Suddenly, Patrick took the glass from his hand. Overjoyed, Mathew straightened his shoulders and his pale face became normal.

"Thank you very much for your mercy and forgiveness, Mr. Nelson." Taking out a handkerchief, Mathew wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, you must have mistaken him for someone else. Our new chairman hasn't arrived yet, right?" Judson asked Mathew in shock.

"Cut the crap. Hurry! Welcome our new chairman." Since Mathew was feeling a bit woozy, he did not notice the awkward atmosphere around him.

"I mean, look at his clothes! How could he be the new chairman? He doesn't even own a suit and none of his clothes are from luxury brands!"

"Patrick lives in an old shabby house in the slum. And he can't even afford a bike. How could you think that he is the chairman?" Elissa chimed in.

"The chairman can wear whatever he wants. Besides, it is none of your business."

Sensing that something was not right, Mathew took out a document from his briefcase, and threw it to Judson.

"Peel your eyes open and read it for yourself."

Soon the other employees also craned their necks to read the document.

It was the appointment letter.

When Judson saw Patrick's name on it, he held on to the glimmer of hope in his heart, but when he saw Patrick's photo and the seal from Nelson Group, he was absolutely flabbergasted.

All the other employees who saw that were also heartbroken.

They felt as though they were struck by a giant hammer that weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Judson began to tremble.

Everything that Mathew said was indeed true.

Recalling all those terrible things that he had done in the past, he felt his heart fall into a deep hole filled with ice, and his face turned white with fear.

"Do you know how noble our new chairman is? Well, he is Mr. Walter Nelson's son!"

"Walter Nelson!" The crowd burst into an uproar.

"I have already asked Elvin many times, and I believe that he would never joke about such matters."

Although Elvin was Walter's personal assistant, everyone who had met him knew that he also owned a part of the shares of Nelson Group.

In fact, Elvin was the second biggest shareholder in Nelson Group.

"And it's not just the hotel. Mr. Nelson here owns this entire area. If he is not happy with it, he has every right to destroy it."

"That can't be possible. No way!" Elissa was lost in thought, unable to accept the fact.

However, Judson realized that Mathew was telling the truth, stumbled backwards in fear, and fell to the ground.

He then began banging his head against the ground.

"Mr. Nelson... Mr. Nelson, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"I'm a bastard. I shouldn't have treated you like that, and I shouldn't have taken Elissa away from you."

Patrick swirled the glass, smelling the sweet red wine.

The enemy was kneeling down before him, and people who had looked down upon him were bowing their heads.

He had crushed an arrogant bully with his power. Patrick had never felt so happy before.

"That kind of promiscuous woman is cheap and dirty.

Are you trying to humiliate me by setting me up with her?"

Saying those cold words, Patrick kicked Judson away.

Judson was absolutely horrified, "No, no... You can do whatever you want to me, and even if you ask me to jump into the dumpster, I will gladly do it!"

" I don't need a scum like you in the Skiyton Hotel, so you're fired!" Patrick announced in a loud voice.

"No! No, Mr. Nelson. Please, I... I know that I was wrong. I won't do it again. I promise I will be better in the future..." Judson pleaded.

He had spent a lot of time and put in a lot of effort to get where he was now, so how could he let himself get fired so easily?

Patrick placed his finger against his lips, signaling Judson to shut up,"You are too loud and disturb my mood for drinking."

Judson felt his scalp tingle.

Looking at the wine glass in Patrick's hand, he trembled with fear.

The longer he stared at the wine, the more it looked like blood.

Patrick was slowly torturing him. But he did not dare to go up against Walter's son.

"Pin him down," Patrick said lightly, looking at the guards.