"The cash flow issues are temporary. For long-term decisions, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with what I’ve done."
The man’s voice remained cool and clear.
Even though he was already overwhelmed, he appeared calm and composed.
James Grant’s brows carried a hint of anger as he scanned the room.
Many guilty shareholders quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
After listening, Evelyn Clayton pushed the door open and instantly drew everyone’s attention.
Seeing her, there was a subtle lift in James Grant’s deep-set eyes.
After making the call just now, he had anticipated Evelyn Clayton would come, but he didn’t expect her to arrive so quickly.
"Since when does the Grant Family answer to these shareholders?"
Her interrogative words were chilling.
The middle-aged man at the head snorted coldly.
"Miss Clayton, you haven’t married into the Grant Family yet. It’s not your place to speak here."
Evelyn Clayton smiled slightly, her crimson lips parting.
"Marriage is just a matter of time, and besides, I just saved Chairman Grant’s life. Even if I’m not yet part of the Grant Family, soon enough, I will be a shareholder. How can I not have the right to question? Director Archer, explain it to me. If you can’t make it clear, then shut up."
Evelyn Clayton exuded a powerful presence, her gaze sharply scanning the crowd.
The betting agreement took effect immediately, but the losses on paper were only temporary, and everyone knew it.
As the standoff continued, another figure appeared at the door.
Matthew Sullivan looked at Evelyn Clayton with a smirk: "Evelyn, didn’t expect to see you here. Did you come especially to see me take office as president? Such a glorious moment, I’m willing to share it with you."
Hearing his words, Evelyn Clayton felt a churn in her stomach, almost making her retch.
She really didn’t know what gave this man such thick skin, even thicker than a city wall.
Him, take office as president? Really?
Hearing Matthew Sullivan’s words, the people were also visibly shocked.
Yara Reagan, who had come along, was even more unabashed in her response.
"Matthew Sullivan, who gave you the courage to act insane here? The president is James Grant. Have you let jealousy cloud your mind?"
Everyone present couldn’t help but cover their mouths and snicker.
As an illegitimate child, Matthew Sullivan had been ridiculed since childhood.
At this moment, he felt his self-esteem being trampled mercilessly, and his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Matthew Sullivan shot a glaring glance at Yara Reagan and then turned to Evelyn Clayton with a changed demeanor.
"Evelyn, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m just temporarily taking over for my brother; once the betting agreement is settled, my brother will still be in charge."
His words sounded self-righteous.
When the time comes, if he takes over by force, who could do anything about it?
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"Who gives an illegitimate child the confidence to strut around in the boardroom?!"
Everyone turned to see Shirley Owens standing at the door, bedecked in pearls and jewels.
She carried herself with the air of a noblewoman, as if constantly needing to remind everyone she was the real lady of the Grant Group.
Seeing her, a flash of hatred passed through Matthew Sullivan’s eyes, yet he maintained his composure.
"Aunt Shirley, is there a misunderstanding?"
"Shut up, you have no right to speak to me. If you ask me, your father has lost his mind, giving the acting president’s position to a mangy cur with impure lineage. The position should rightfully go to Jasper, who, after all, has Grant blood and legitimacy!"