Rejected By Her Family, Claimed By The Masked CEO

Chapter 34: big problem coming

One rolled twice before hitting a parked car. The other slammed directly onto his shoulder and screamed.

The person behind them was Jeff. Unlike Michael, Jeff looked approachable at first glance.

The problem was...Only fools judged him by appearances.

Jeff dusted his hands casually. "Found them."

The two men groaned painfully. One slowly raised his head. His eyes first landed on a pair of expensive black shoes.

The leather was spotless. Not a single speck of dust touched it. The man’s gaze slowly travelled upward, the moment he saw the familiar black trousers and that famous tailored coat. His face turned pale immediately.

His body started shaking.

Michael frowned and turned around. His sharp gaze landed on them."Stand up."

His voice wasn’t loud. Yet both men immediately scrambled to their feet.

Jeff’s men kicked them from behind. "Stand properly!"

The two men almost cried. The moment they managed to stand straight, they bowed deeply.

"Phoenix!" Their voices trembled. Several of the boys lowered their heads respectfully.

Michael sighed. The title annoyed him nowadays. Especially when people used it like they were worshipping some god.

He stared at them silently before speaking."Where is the last picture?"

The two men looked at each other nervously. Their throats moved as they swallowed hard. The silence lasted just long enough to irritate Michael. In a flash, he grabbed the closest man by the neck. His fingers tightened with strong force. The man struggled wildly, clawing at Michael’s wrist. His face turned red as he fought for air. No matter how much he thrashed or gasped, Michael’s grip stayed firm.

"How many pictures did I ask you to take?" Michael demanded. His voice was low and steady.

"Four..." the man choked out. His words were barely audible.

Michael’s jaw tightened. His teeth ground together. "How many did you send me?" Before the man could answer, Jeff stepped forward with a tired sigh. He placed a hand on Michael’s arm. "You will kill him if you keep that up."

With a dismissive grunt, Michael threw the man aside. The man flew several meters across the garage floor. He landed in a heap, clutching his throat and coughing violently as he tried to breathe.

The other man flinched but stayed in place. He wisely kept quiet. Michael straightened his sleeves. His face became even colder.

"No sane person takes only four pictures when preparing blackmail material," he said with clear contempt. He paced a few steps. The sound of his shoes echoed in the garage. The boys in the background shifted uneasily.

They pretended not to watch, but they noticed every detail. This was the Phoenix in action — efficient, unforgiving, and always ahead of fools who tried to play games with him. The failed job was not just sloppy. It was an insult to the high standards Michael expected. Jeff shook his head slightly. A small smirk appeared on his lips at how bold these low-level men were.

Michael turned around. His expression remained indifferent. Yet everyone knew he was angry. And when Michael became angry..Someone usually regretted existing.

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Abigail pushed open the door to her executive office. She looked satisfied after a nice, sweet breakfast. Morning light streamed through the big windows. It cast a golden glow over the simple, stylish furniture she had chosen herself.

Her steps stopped suddenly when she entered. There, sitting in her chair — her special black leather CEO chair that represented all her hard work — was Michael. He sat like he owned the place. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest. His sharp eyes stared at her with that annoying intensity.

"Heyyyyy," she exclaimed. Her eyes widened in shock. The most annoying part was not just that he was there. It was that he didn’t stand up or even move when she entered. He stayed relaxed in the chair, looking at her as if she were the one who didn’t belong.

Abigail frowned deeply. She stormed over and slammed her designer bag onto the table with extra force. She had returned feeling refreshed, with the sweet taste of pastries still in her mouth. Now it looked like she would waste all that good mood on him.

"This... is just a chair," Michael said casually. He swung the chair gently from left to right. The creaking sound matched her growing anger. He let the words hang for a moment before slowly standing up to his full height. He walked toward her with steady steps. "Not a position..."

PAAA!

The slap came faster than he expected. Abigail’s hand hit his cheek with a loud, sharp sound. A hot sting spread across his face. Michael touched his cheek in real disbelief. He stared at her as if she had gone crazy.

"Yeah, I knew it was a chair," she shot back. She raised an eyebrow defiantly. Her voice was full of sarcasm. "That’s why I’m sitting on it. Both the chair and the position are what I’m sitting on." She crossed her arms. She refused to back down, even though her heart was racing from the adrenaline.

Michael raised his own eyebrow. But she could see his fists clenching at his sides. Tension showed in his body. He wasn’t used to being challenged like this, especially by her. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The air between them felt electric with anger and something else unspoken. The nice office suddenly felt like a fighting ring.

"I don’t care what you have in mind," Abigail roared. Her tone left no room for argument. "But if you try this shit with me again, I will fire you!"

Michael let out a short, unbelieving laugh. It didn’t reach his eyes. "You think you are powerful enough to withstand what’s coming?" His words carried heavy meaning and sent a chill through the room. They hinted at bigger problems ahead. He held her gaze for another second, then turned and walked out calmly. The door clicked shut behind him.

Abigail stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. Then she rolled her eyes dramatically. The nerve of that man was almost funny. It felt like a bad soap opera she couldn’t escape. She sank into her chair.

The leather was still warm from him. She let out a long breath. Breakfast now felt like a distant memory. It was replaced by the spark of their fight. She knew their paths would cross again soon — whether she liked it or not.