Just as the subordinate finished reporting, he added anxiously, "Mr. MacAfee is saying that as long as Andrew is willing to save him, he's ready to do anything—even be Andrew's lapdog!"

Michael's face turned crimson with rage, and he roared, "What did you just say? This useless idiot! I'm his boss, and I'm the one he should be loyal to—not that Andrew!"

Seething, Michael barked, "Let's go. I want to see what kind of madness this fool is up to!"

With a stormy expression, Michael marched toward Lauren's office, flanked by his entourage.

Troy was supposed to be his trusted subordinate, the handpicked Pharmaceutical Division head, to replace Marcus. Yet, here he was, groveling at Andrew's feet like some sniveling dog.

The humiliation was unbearable—this betrayal felt like a slap across Michael's face. He could not believe Troy was disrespecting him this way.

As Michael hurried to Lauren's office, his mind raced, trying to figure out what could have driven Troy to such an extr