The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Rosalynn and Jacob talked back and forth, and cooperated very well.

Sanderson's face almost couldn't hide his embarrassment. Swallowing his pride, he forced a smile and said hastily, "My apologies, I was short-sighted, Ms. Tesdal. I hope you can forgive my rudeness." Rosalynn offered a small, knowing smile but didn't commit to a response.

Sanderson's lips twitched twice before he reluctantly took his seat again.

Just as he was about to suggest starting the meeting, Jacob's voice beat him to the punch, "Let's get started, shall we?"

Sanderson felt a burning sense of humiliation and disgrace, and at that moment, he was itching to take his frustration out on someone with a slap.d2

"Shall we get straight to the vote?" Sanderson scanned his allies for support.

"Obviously, we vote first, elect a new chairman, and let them tackle the pressing issues facing the Strand Group."

"Yeah, let's vote first," chorused his faction.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Jacob's allies were not to be outdone. "Wait, what's the rush? If you ask me, we should lay out the issues the Strand Group has faced over the years, find the responsible parties, and see who's been muddying the waters!"

"What do you mean by that?" one of Sanderson's supporters snapped. "Are you insinuating someone here is playing dirty?"

"Exactly, we've already addressed the group's issues in the last few months, haven't we? Graham was ousted for those very reasons. Or do you need a refresher on the missteps of certain veterans here?" Under normal circumstances, this would have been Sanderson's cue to play the peacemaker.

But today, he sat there with a smile, offering no sign that he was about to intervene.

"Enough," Jacob interjected.

The two sides, faces flushed with anger, stopped their bickering at his command.

"Jacob, are you trying to defend your father's honor?" Sanderson finally spoke, his voice dripping with paternal concern. "I presume you've heard about the shareholders' meeting where I, with a heavy heart, proposed your father's removal. It was truly..."

"If you know I'm aware, then let's not waste this prime meeting time on such trivialities," Jacob cut Sanderson off with icy abruptness.

Sanderson was simply droning on to reinforce and cement the impression that Graham had been the bane of the Strand Group in the shareholders' minds.

At Jacob's signal, his assistant immediately started distributing pre-prepared documents to the shareholders. Upon seeing this, Sanderson's expression soured again.

By all accounts, as the acting chairman of the Strand Group, Jacob should have at least informed Sanderson about this procedure.

But Sanderson wasn't rattled. In his eyes, Jacob was just lucky, a young gun whose minor achievements were owed to a few childhood connections.

Jacob rarely got his hands dirty with the Strand Group's affairs, instead preferring the high life of parties, bars, and flings.

Sanderson considered Jacob a lightweight, utterly unsuitable for the heavy lifting required in the business. The only wildcard today was Rosalynn, sitting across the table.