Ruler of Wall Street

Chapter 5

"Huh?" Helen froze at Sherry's voice. She looked over at the newcomer. "What did you just say? He's the boss? Dylan, you sure know how to spend money on a w***e to back you up. Who do you think you are, b***h?"

Sherry was taken aback by Helen's words, stunned that someone would question her identity. "I'm Sherry, the executive assistant to the CEO of Visionary Ventures Group."

Helen laughed, her expression overly exaggerated. "Did I hear that right? First, a broke loser claims to be the boss, and now we have an executive assistant? Why don't you just say you're Dylan's personal secretary? That would be more believable."

Sherry realized that no one at Beauty Advertising Media believed Dylan's true identity. Suppressing her anger, she said, "Miss, let me clarify. I used to be Mr. Byron Gosse's executive assistant. Now, I work for Mr. Philemon. Mr. Philemon is here to take over the company, so show some respect."

"Haha, you're really hilarious. Dylan, where did you hire this actress from? You came prepared, even knowing Mr. Gosse is the CEO of Visionary Ventures. If you had come alone and claimed to be the CEO's assistant, I might have believed you. But claiming to be this loser's assistant? How much did Dylan pay you to put on this act?"

Alexander's eyes gleamed as he leered at Sherry and he had an itch to lay on top of her. "Why doing this when you could make more money just by sleeping with men? Sleep with me. Name your price." He wanted to f**k her right now.

Sherry snapped, "Who are you? Are you an employee of Beauty Advertising Media? If so, you're fired. If not, get out!"

Before Alexander could respond, Helen doubled over in laughter. "Mr. Gibson, do you believe this w***e? If she's Mr. Gosse's assistant, then I must be his mother! She's delusional, just like that f*****g loser Dylan. Always trying to fire people. It's hilarious."

Then She pointed at Dylan and mocked, "Dylan, you're pathetic. I never knew you had such tricks up your sleeve. Hiring someone to fool us? Pathetic! Do you think a broke loser like you could become the owner of Visionary Ventures? If you were the boss, everyone here would be billionaires. Isn't that right?"

The employees at Beauty Advertising Media doubled over in laughter.

"Helen, your loser husband—no, ex-husband—is a riot, hiring actors now?"

"Yeah, didn't you always say he was a simple guy? Where'd he learn all these tricks?"

"This is killing me. If I were him, I'd hire someone to pretend to be Mr. Gosse from the headquarters. That'd be even better."

Helen screamed, "Dylan, you're not worth my time. Sign these divorce papers and get out." She had noticed the greedy look in Alexander's eyes, and Sherry staying there any longer was a threat to her.

Dylan's face darkened as he demanded, "Helen, are you sure about this? I told you, I'm the company's boss now! If you're divorcing me to be Alexander and Sean's w***e, you'll regret it. They'll be out of the company soon."

Helen laughed maniacally. "Regret? Why? You're a worthless loser. Even if I have to be Mr. Gibson and Mr. Sailsbury's w***e, I won't stay with you. You think you can fire them? Do you really believe you're the boss?"

Sherry was furious, unable to comprehend how a fellow woman could speak such vile words. She gritted her teeth and said, "Helen, if you want to degrade yourself, that's your choice. But show some respect to Mr. Philemon, or I won't be so polite."

Helen scoffed. Her words turned even harsher. "Who gave you the courage, you slut? Was it Dylan, the loser? Security, throw this b***h out."

The security guards moved to grab Sherry, but Dylan pulled out his phone and dialed Sidney. "Sidney, I want you downstairs in one minute," he barked.

The Beauty Advertising Media's employees watched Dylan like he was crazy. They had never seen someone so committed to a lie.

"Damn, you i***t, calling a random number and claiming it's Mr. Gibson?"

"I can call the President of the United States!"

"Is this i***t's brain fried? Telling Mr. Gibson to come down."

"Is he really into this role? Protecting the beautiful secretary like a CEO. Is it a TV drama?"

Sean jeered, "Did you hear that? This i***t wants me fired. Did seeing me and Mr. Gibson f*****g his wife mess up his head?" But he felt a nagging sense of familiarity when he looked at Sherry. However, he was unable to recall it.

Helen shrieked, "Loser, sign the divorce papers now. Stop embarrassing yourself and get out of my sight forever."

Alexander laughed out loud and called the security guards over. "Did you hear that? He said we'd regret it! Who does this loser think he is? Calling my dad and telling him to come down here? Security, hold him down and beat him up!"

The burly security guards rushed forward, pinning Dylan down and preparing to pummel him.

"What are you doing? Stop it right now!"

At that moment, the elevator doors opened. And Sidney, sweating profusely, tumbled out. His rotund body nearly fell over in his haste.