Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me full chapter

Chapter 1763 Internal Disputes

As he was about to call Vinson again, his phone rang. When he saw that it was Geoffrey calling him, he quickly answered the phone.

Before Geoffrey could say a word, Rayson asked worriedly, “Geoffrey, does Mrs. Nightshire know about what happened to Mr. Nightshire yet?” Rayson was worried that Susanne couldn’t handle the news.

“Mr. Seet, Mrs. Nightshire already knows about the accident, and she wants you to come over. She said she has things for you to do,” Geoffrey answered.

Rayson’s gaze darkened when he saw the directors gathering outside his office. What a bunch of ungrateful b*stards! They were able to lead a wealthy life because of Mr. Nightshire, and now, when something happens to Mr. Nightshire, these people are so eager to take over. How despicable!

“Tell Mrs. Nightshire I’m on my way.” With that, Rayson hung up the phone and kept it in his pocket. He then stood up and walked out of the office.

“Are we having a board of directors meeting today? Why is everyone here?” Rayson asked and acted like he didn’t know why they were there.

Seet, do you know anything about

asked that question was Oswald Waysea, a director of the company. He was also Vinson’s father’s close friend

outlets.” Rayson looked at Oswald

Rayson a cold look and said, “If this goes on, the

glare. “What do you want to

do I want to do about it? I want to take over Nightshire Group, of course! However, can I just say that out loud? I can’t! If

shot a discreet glance at the man next to him, signaling him to speak

things through. We just can’t bear to watch the company go bankrupt. After all, the company doesn’t belong to the Nightshire Group

who Oswald had signaled to speak up was Dayver Young. He was also a friend of Vinson’s father before his death. However, he didn’t have much knowledge of business

of Nightshire Group because he forked out a portion of money when Nightshire Group needed help. In order to express his gratitude, Vinson’s father gave him