The constant back-and-forth left Jacob feeling tormented. Even before he truly understood Dubai or set foot there, he had developed a strong distaste for the city. He was convinced that after this trip, he would never return to Dubai again.<fna89b> Official source is find?novel</fna89b>


    During the flight, Jacob found it impossible to quiet his swirling thoughts.


    He had given up on ever recovering the money he had lost. His only remaining wish was that President Pei would sessfully secure the vice presidency.


    Fortunately, President Pei had assured him that he would at least be appointed as a director. So, despite his racing thoughts, Jacob never really considered the possibility of being ousted from the Painting and Calligraphy Association.


    As soon as the ne touched down, he eagerly disabled airne mode on his phone, eager to connect to the inte and inquire about President Pei’s progress and the details of that day’s meeting.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Once online, Jacob’s WeChat exploded with notifications—messages flooded in, including push alerts from public ounts and inquiries from friends and acquaintances.


    Many people had heard about his departure from the Painting and Calligraphy Association and reached out for details, including Matilda.


    Seeing Matilda’s profile picture among the unread messages instantly lifted Jacob’s spirits.


    While the events of the past few days had stripped away any illusions he had about Matilda, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement upon receiving her WeChat messages.


    Furthermore, with Ma Lan absent at that moment, it gave him a thrilling sense of secrecy, akin to having an affair.


    He quickly opened Matilda’s message, which inquired about the reason behind his resignation. Assuming she knew he had sent a resignation email, he replied casually, “It’s not really a resignation. I just sent an email—think of it as a polite gesture. By the way, Matilda, howe you’re so in-the-know? You even know about our internal email exchanges at the association.”


    Matilda responded, “It’s not your internal email. The association’s official ount issued a statement. You didn’t know?”


    Initially taken aback by this news, Jacob quickly regained hisposure and searched for the Painting and Calligraphy Association’s official ount.


    After sifting through dozens of spam notifications, he finally found a post from the association. The title read: Instructions on the Appointment and Removal of the Executive Vice President of the Painting and Calligraphy Association.


    Jacob thought, “This must mean I’m being removed as executive vice president, but that’s okay; I had no real hope of keeping that position anyway.”


    With that conclusion in mind, he clicked on the notification.


    The moment the message opened, Jacob’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if they might pop out of their sockets!


    His heart raced, and he gritted his teeth, cursing loudly, “Pei has deceived me!”


    The sudden outburst drew curious nces from passengers nearby.