“Stop pretending you’re still the CEO of our group!” Tyshawn bellowed towards Bryson, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief.

“You can’t boss people around anymore! Unhand me this instant or IIL call security!”

In the midst of this commotion, Malvina assumed a commanding presence, her gaze sharply turning to Bryson.

“This is our group’s conference room.

Just who do you think you are, storming in here like you own the place?” she challenged, her voice dripping with contempt.

Meanwhile, Bryson, ignoring the verbal onslaught, coolly signaled to someone behind him.

In response, Yosef, with deliberate steps, approached from the back, his hands clutching documents.

“These documents outline the projects that have driven the Mitchell Group into the red and the assets that are bleeding internally.

As Bryson spoke, every eye in the conference room darted to the papers Yosef laid out on the table.

The documents were a detailed chronicle of missteps and financial mismanagement under Tyshawn’s leadership.

Expressions around the room darkened as the shareholders and directors absorbed the information.

the company had hemorrhaged approximately two billion dollars under Tyshawn’s tenure was

laid bare even more dire news—the losses, with the current downward trajectory

the array of troubled expressions, Bryson’s voice cut through the tension once

to make

to

will now be entirely in Tyshawn’s

smug smirk spread across his face, satisfied with the

and a palpable tension filled the room; no one else

leaned back, his voice dripping

to hear that! We don’t need you here!” he declared, as

triumph

director, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat and addressed

“Mr.

I beg

a sense of order to

the company, but now that

resonate with the other shareholders,

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