Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 1336:

When Hamilton was finally discharged, his face lacked color.

Nikolas gave Hamilton a complicated look. “Father, you can’t handle Daniela. She’s sharp, calculating, and already outmaneuvered you without you even realizing it.”

Hamilton glared at Nikolas. “Do you even realize how much we lost tonight? How could you be so stupid, stirring up trouble at our own restaurant?”

If it hadn’t been his own family’s restaurant, Hamilton never would’ve eaten so trustingly.

With an IV hooked to his arm, Hamilton sat in the hospital room, his face clouded with irritation. “Where did I go so wrong that I raised a son this embarrassingly incompetent?”

Nikolas, on the other hand, remained perfectly composed. “Isn’t that a bit much, Father? Sure, I didn’t juggle everything flawlessly today, but does it really call for this kind of theatrics? The McCoy family isn’t about to topple from grace over a headline or two. The buzz will die down before you know it. Who’s going to care in a week? We’ll throw some cash at a few celebrities to clean up our image, and profits will roll in like clockwork. The McCoy family still has the food industry in Oiscoll wrapped around their finger. So what’s got you shaking in your boots? Don’t tell me age is finally turning you into a spineless old man.”

Hamilton’s eyes burned with barely restrained rage. “What the hell did you just say? You think empires fall overnight? No! They rot from the inside, one careless crack at a time. Reputation makes or breaks a business, and you toss it aside like some worthless scrap? It’s obvious now—you don’t have what it takes to lead McCoy Group!”

Nikolas had tried to keep his fury in check, but that final insult tore through his self-control like a blade. “I’m never good enough for you, am I? No matter what I do, I’ll always fall short! So tell me, why did you even bother having a son like me?”

Hamilton’s hand cracked across his face, the sound sharp and final. His eyes burned with contempt. “All it takes is one stumble for you to fall apart? You’re proving my point—you’re nowhere near ready to lead. Get out. Come back when you’ve cooled that reckless head of yours.”

Seething, Nikolas turned on his heel and stormed out.

The second he was outside, he pulled out his phone and dialed the food department of McCoy Group.

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“Stick to the plan!” he snapped. “No exceptions! If anyone from Daniela’s side places an order, swap their meals with tainted ones. Got it?”

The other end of the line went dead quiet. After a tense pause, a reluctant voice finally responded, “Sir, we just got word from headquarters. Your father pulled your credentials. You’ve been stripped of your role as manager. You’re no longer in charge of the food department.”

Nikolas stood rooted to the spot.

A tremor ran through him as he turned, stiff and disbelieving, to face the villa once more.

His father had actually yanked his position away? All because of that? Something so petty, so insignificant?

So that was it—his father saw him as nothing more than a backup, a replaceable pawn to be discarded at will?noveldrama

Nikolas’ vision blurred with rage, his breath sharp and erratic as fury surged through him.

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