Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 475

The Fitzgerald Group-a vast business empire—was hosting its annual

consortium meeting today.

The headquarters' conference room was enormous, easily accommodating close to a hundred people. One wall was dominated by three massive screens, seamlessly joined to create a single giant display that made every detail crisp and visible.

Today's meeting brought together the Fitzgerald Group's shareholders and a select group of esteemed elders, each a pillar of the company's history. Most were over forty, with some well into their seventies.

Along one side of the room, nearly ten recordkeepers sat upright and attentive, poised to document every crucial detail as the meeting unfolded.

The atmosphere was solemn, almost oppressive.

Victor, dressed in a sharp black suit, sat at the head of the first row. His face was unreadable as he leafed through the stack of documents before him.

Virgil glanced at Victor in the main seat, then exchanged meaningful looks with several shareholders nearby, nodding subtly.

Fitzgerald Group's financial performance for the year, followed by a presentation on the economic budget and strategic investment

on the screen, the shareholders and elders in the audience

row, second seat, shareholder Maxwell raised his hand and stood, his

an explanation for the 15% decrease in overseas

spoke, everyone's attention zeroed

been impacted by unavoidable political and economic factors. Regarding the fifteen percent decline, Mr. Fitzgerald has already implemented corrective

pressed his lips together, his shadowed gaze flickering briefly to Virgil

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profits is because, when Mr. Fitzgerald called off the engagement with LS Capital Holdings, he transferred The GL Group to them unconditionally. You all know GL's annual assets are worth billions. That transfer directly affected our overseas subsidiaries, which led to the fifteen percent

and elders. No one

was Mr. Fitzgerald's personal matter- something he could neither confirm nor deny without

a glance at Victor, silently

with unhurried precision, lazily lifting

dividends from the Fitzgerald