The board of directors convened a meeting with all shareholders to address the unfolding chaos.

In the meeting room, Tyshawn casually embraced Malvina, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

He was unaware of the extent of the trouble his actions had caused.

Tyshawn’s notorious lifestyle-marked by recklessness, opulence, manipulation, and financial misdeeds—-had already put him on thin ice.

During the shareholder meeting, despite warnings from some attendees, he dismissed their concerns, adding fuel to the fire with his defiant attitude.

At last, a director could no longer contain his frustration.

He banged the table forcefully.

“Mr.

Mitchell, this time you have made a significant error, and I expect you to accept responsibility voluntarily, or else—”

“Or else what?” Tyshawn replied coolly, his expression unfazed.

“Listen, if you choose to pull your investments, it’s your funeral, not mine.

The financial losses will fall squarely on your shoulders!”

was palpable as he boasted, “The Mitchell Group still boasts a capital infusion of 6 billion dollars, all thanks to my fiancee! How quickly you forget your praises when you appointed me

backs on me

oblivious to the gravity of the

so much, what’s a minor

utterly futile,” a

aware of the consequences of

scoffed at

the grand

Such fluctuations are minor.

Our stock will recover.

There’s nothing to fear.

recover!” another director interjected, pulling up

with the biopharmaceutical project Tyshawn had recently

‘s BunnyBookery

with the

finally rattled Tyshawn, who exclaimed in disbelief, “How can there possibly be problems with

was met with

shareholders, including the

fell deathly

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