Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Let me formally introduce myself

After the media left, the conference room fell into pin-drop silence. Though no words were spoken, tension clung to the air like smoke.

Subtle glances darted between board members, uneasy and watchful, as though the storm had passed but the debris remained.

Aaron sat stiffly in his chair, jaw clenched tight. His eyes drifted to Vera,noting that her gaze was still glued to Davis unwavering, felt his blood boil, rage rising in his chest. His embers of jealousy stoked into a full blaze.

But with the members of the Board surrounding him, there was no better option than to swallow the bitter pill.

Davis, ever composed, the air around him calm, his face expressionless shifted slightly in his seat.

Then, without looking away, he asked quietly, "Uncle, do you still think I’m just here to oust you from your seat?" His voice is calm but piercing.

Desmond leaned back, taking in a deep, slow breath. He exhaled deliberately before responding, his voice steady.

"I think there is something wrong here, Davis. And it’s high time we correct it." He smiled coldly, but with the confidence of a man who thought he’d already won.

His words caused ripples of unease among the members, some of whom exchanged wary, knowing looks.

"What exactly are we correcting, Uncle?" Davis asked, his smirk deepening. "Isn’t it right that after standing in for someone temporarily, you hand it back when they return?"

He was certain that Desmond wouldn’t step aside easily. In fact, he had anticipated that this uncle of his would have schemes lined up, especially as the one who had orchestrated the meeting.

"You might as well take the seat specifically reserved for you so we can talk properly," Desmond said, gesturing with false generosity.

Davis’s lips curled in amusement. Casting a glance at the seat beside Aaron, he gave a subtle nod. One of his shadow guards moved, retrieved the chair from among the board members, and placed it beside Davis.

He sat down calmly, his right leg crossed over his left, his phone spinning lazily in one hand. One glance at him, and the thought would strike anyone: a made king.

"Davis," Desmond continued, "we need to correct the leadership structure of the Group. I believe it’s been flawed all along."

Davis studied him, as if seeing him for the first time.

It was well-known that the leadership of Allen Group had always followed blood succession. But the shareholders and board also held stipulated rights, as outlined in the shareholder’s agreement.

With the Allen family holding the majority of shares, only in extreme circumstances could shareholders vote to change the president—but even then, a combined vote exceeding that of the current president’s backing would be required.

As Desmond’s words lingered in the air, a shareholder’s voice rang out confidently—almost as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"Before we proceed with today’s financial reports," the man said, "I’d like to invoke Article 8.2 of the Shareholders’ Agreement—the clause that allows for a special resolution in the event of... leadership failure."

ripple of murmurs swept through the room. Davis’s

come in many

Davis replied, his tone serious. "You’d need 51% of

completely unfazed. "And I

several signed proxy documents slid out. "Your aunt, uncle, and several other

throughout the

glanced at one another, the

Desmond allowed a cold, triumphant smile to play on his

a vote to remove Davis Allen as President of Allen Group... and nominate

the stack of proxy agreements, many board members felt cornered. Eyes shifted

Some tapped their pens anxiously;

through

Had he really signed

so many family

Desmond stood.

waste time," he said, brushing invisible dust from his suit sleeve. "The vote to confirm the permanent removal

One after another, board members stated their stance: "In favor" or "Not

of Desmond. A few loyalists remained

satisfaction. Only a handful of dissenting votes trickled in—some of whom couldn’t meet his

the few who still believed in him, even

the secretary stood. Her voice

favor of the proposition, the motion passes. Davis

on the

turning to Davis to gauge his reaction. But his expression

scene had nothing to

hand, hadn’t expected such

his fists. Yet a cold smile crept onto his

you understand—you’re no longer needed

at him and

noisy with a brainless fellow

flushed red with anger. He wanted nothing more

theatrical—his hands clasped behind his

with mock sympathy, "I suppose even the mighty must bow out someday. With the election concluded, there’s nothing more you can do.

that this decision be made permanent. Let us remove all uncertainty

through the room

"I object."

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