Michael roared in fury, thrashing violently as the group of executives pinned him down. Like a pack of butchers restraining a wild hog, they forced him into a deep bow.
One by one, they followed suit, completing the bowing and begging for mercy.
Michael's forehead slammed into the floor with each bow, the impact echoing through the room. Within moments, his forehead was red and swollen.
Lauren and Francesca stood frozen, staring in utter disbelief. Seeing Michael, of all people, humiliated like this felt almost surreal.
Lauren finally turned to Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, was this your doing?"
Andrew replied calmly, "How could I possibly arrange something like this? Mr. Rhodes simply had a change of heart. He realized he owed you an apology, so he's making amends in the most respectful way possible—by personally inviting you back to take charge."
Lauren narrowed her eyes at Michael. "Is that really what you're thinking?"
Michael's lips trembled as he held back tears. "Y-Yeah… Tha
