The voting began in the conference room.
Evan Palmer sat at the head of the conference table, observing everyone’s expressions.
His face slightly flushed, a sign of pride from controlling the situation.
After seeing the result, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he glanced at Emily Parker with a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if to say,
"What other tricks do you have?"
"12:1, the minority yields to the majority, Manager Parker, you have nothing to say now, do you?"
Evan Palmer’s voice carried a hint of complacency, with a slight lilt at the end.
Emily Parker sat on Evan Palmer’s right, having long anticipated this outcome.
Evan Palmer had been controlling the Carter Clan for years, and nine out of ten department managers were his people.
In the conference room, only Evan Palmer’s voice echoed. Emily Parker’s gaze swept across those department managers, their faces showing subtle or obvious ingratiation, their eyes flashing with awe for Evan Palmer.
She scoffed inwardly, knowing the so-called hand vote was just a formality.
Evan Palmer cleared his throat, his tone even more assured,
"As for this cooperation, it’s very important for the Carter Clan.
I plan to assign the Blackstone project to Assistant Willow. No objections, right?"
His gaze swept across everyone’s faces.
Evan Palmer felt indebted to Adam Willow, and now that Adam had joined the Carter Clan, he was eager to entrust him with significant responsibility, thus providing him more opportunities within the organization.
As for Emily Parker, Evan Palmer had already made up his mind.
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He would never give her the slightest real power. He thought to himself, once Emily Parker found herself isolated and ostracized, ultimately resigning, Mrs. Carter would have nothing to say.
The department managers were about to agree, but Carlos suddenly let out a cold sneer.
Since entering the conference room, Carlos mostly seemed like a fixture, so quiet that even Evan Palmer nearly overlooked his presence.
At this moment, his hands were folded across his chest, his body leaning slightly forward, his eyes calm.
Evan Palmer didn’t expect Carlos to suddenly speak up.
"Isn’t it inappropriate for a newcomer who has only been with the company a few days to take on such a major project?"
Carlos’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
His gaze swept over Evan Palmer like a blade, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, carrying a hint of subtle mockery.
Adam Willow, sitting opposite Carlos, heard this and slightly furrowed his brow but remained silent.
He appeared especially composed, though the faint wrinkle in his brow revealed a hint of unease.
Evan Palmer’s expression instantly turned unsightly, and he sneered, his gaze piercing like arrows towards Carlos,
"Carlos, remember your status, you’re an assistant now, not the previous general manager.
You have no right to speak at a meeting of this level."
His tone carried a hint of warning, implying that even if Carlos spoke, it would be in vain, and if he said another word, he would be kicked out of the meeting room.
Carlos smiled slightly, as if he hadn’t heard Evan Palmer’s warning, speaking as casually as if in idle chat,
"I don’t have to say anything, let’s have the department managers speak up. Do you also think that Assistant Willow is suitable?
Manager Owen, Manager Ross, and..."
His gaze lingered on each department manager present for a moment, a cryptic smile on his lips, as if enjoying a good show.
Manager Owen and Manager Ross, along with the others who felt Carlos’s gaze upon them, couldn’t help but shiver.
Their expressions instantly became stiff, a flicker of panic in their eyes.
Sweat beads formed subtly on Manager Owen’s forehead, and he instinctively licked his dry lips.
Their gazes darted between Evan Palmer and Carlos, as if weighing how to respond.
Manager Ross lowered his head slightly, staring at his knees, appearing somewhat anxious and uneasy.
Carlos maintained his calm demeanor, his gaze sweeping over everyone, as if waiting for something.
His eyes carried a trace of coldness, though buried beneath his playful smile, rendering him inscrutable.
"I think Assistant Willow is still too young, it’s likely too much for him to handle such a big project alone."
"Yes, he hasn’t managed similar projects before, it’s better to have someone partner with him."
"Exactly, I think so too."