Anne Sutton had thought he, like her, would dislike this kind of scene.
But to her surprise, Nathan Fawcett seemed to be enjoying himself. His cold gaze landed on Charles Prescott as he said, "You remember all the things you did to Anne back when you thought I was gone, don't you?"
It had been the old man's idea for Charles Prescott to leave the Fawcett Group.
He had resigned of his own accord.
But as for Nathan Fawcett's score with him...
He still hadn't properly taught the man a lesson!
He hadn't gotten his revenge, which left a bad taste in his mouth.
Now that Caleb Summers had brought the man here, he wasn't about to miss this opportunity.
Even though he had mellowed considerably in recent years, he was still Nathan Fawcett—the same man from back then, the man who made anyone who crossed him scared to death.
Caleb Summers' brand of cruelty was nothing compared to Nathan Fawcett's.
Sitting right beside Nathan Fawcett, Anne Sutton could feel a chill emanate from him.
