The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 185

Chapter 185: Mass resignation.

A tight smile tugged at the corners of Samuel's mouth, and he leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers before him. "Richard is merely releasing his anger, nothing more. He'll come to his senses soon enough."

Mr. Bean's eyes remained leveled, and he nodded to his boss, old Master Madison. "The young master seems to be really angry this time, sir. He may really attack you, sir."

Samuel's smile broadened, revealing a row of perfectly preserved teeth. "That grandson of mine has always had a ruthless streak. Who would have thought he would turn it against his grandfather? Just take some precautions. After he calms down, I will talk to him about returning to the company."

"Young Master does not seem to want to let this go, sir." Mr. Bean said, his face blank without feeling. "Maybe you should reconsider "

"I did what was necessary," Samuel interjected, his tone brooking no argument. "He dares marry someone without telling me. And actually captured the daughter of the Hayes family

too."

Before Mr. Bean could respond, a sharp rap sounded at the door, and a young woman in a crisp business suit stepped into the office, her face pale and drawn. "Excuse me, Mr. Madison," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm afraid I have some rather distressing news."

Samuel inclined his head, fixing the woman with an impassive stare. "Go on, Miss Thompson."

The woman swallowed hard, her gaze darting between Sámuel and Mr. Bean. "It's not just young master Richard who has resigned, sir. Over the past few hours, nearly all of the directors have followed suit, citing a loss of faith in the company's leadership." A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the faint ticking of an antique clock

Chapter 185 Mass resignation.

but a muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the slightest hint

around the arms of his chair." Richard is allowing his emotions

Miss Thompson, who seemed rooted to the spot, her hands clasped tightly in front

the sacrifices he had made to ensure its survival. For a moment, he seemed to age before their very eyes, the weight of the

everything," he said at last, his voice disbelieving. He then proceeds to break

from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate, the rumor of the crisis at Madison Industries was already causing a stir in the media and online. News outlets scrambled to piece together the

forums and social media platforms, the debate raged on, with armchair analysts weighing in with their own theories. Some suggested that Richard had simply grown disillusioned with the company's direction, while others posited more nefarious motives, ranging from

cooking the books," one anonymous commenter wrote, "and Richard refused

ridiculous," another replied. "This is clearly a hostile takeover

Chec

His absence from the public eye only served to fuel

the brink of collapse. Yet, through it all, the true catalyst for the crisis remained shrouded in mystery, known only

brewing behind the scenes, the media and online commentators continued to speculate, their theories growing ever more outlandish and far-fetched. Articles were written,

truth.

his office, his polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato rhythm.

growled, snatching up the receiver mid-ring. "Madison Industries," he barked into the mouthpiece. "Mr. Madison, we're hearing rumors of a government raid on Madison Industries' corporate headquarters. Is it true? Have we been

law, and we have no reason to fear any sort of investigation." His words seemed