A heavy threat was laced within Tristan’s words. The atmosphere in the conference room chilled once again. All eyes turned tense, fixated on Wesley.
Years ago, tasked with a perilous mission, Wesley had entered the company amidst dissent from all. Yet within a month, he ousted disgruntled shareholders and smoothly elevated the Cooper Group to new heights. From then on, no one dared to contradict him.
However, three years had passed, and the company was no longer what it once was. Shareholders cooperated with outsiders for their own benefit. Even though some were aware of these clandestine dealings, they remained silent.
Today, Tristan had dragged this issue into the light. The shareholders were all in the same boat. Should Wesley dare to make a move against one, the rest would act. The Cooper Group might afford to lose one shareholder, but it could not lose them all. A showdown had commenced.
No one dared to speak, for no one dared to make a decision in place of Wesley. Just when everyone believed Wesley was bound to compromise, perhaps even requesting Hailey to punish Sandra, his response was indifferent yet decisive.
“Sandra has the authority to decide your departure.”
The others were caught off guard. This was his answer.
Sandra was surprised. Had Wesley sought to protect himself, it would have been within reason. But to stand so resolutely behind her—was he not apprehensive about her possibly mishandling things? Either he was overly confident, or truly indifferent to the corporation’s fate.
“Yeah, Mason has already come, and the media is also waiting. Financial journalists and paparazzi are all there. We can’t afford any delay.”
“We need to maintain the company’s reputation.”
“If those paparazzi write something randomly, then…”
Sandra glanced at the crowd. “No one realized there’s an issue with the financial report?”
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All fell into silence.
It was a perfect report with no visible flaws. How could a village girl like Sandra possibly understand it?
The shareholders chuckled mockingly at her. Sandra glanced at them. “Sorry, I was just bluffing. What I also want to bluff about is, I hold all your secrets.”
The color drained from the shareholders’ faces.
Tristan almost reflexively tried to hit her.
Sandra reminded him, “This report is, indeed, impeccable. However, Tristan, you are responsible for it. If something goes wrong, the rest of your life might just be spent…”
Her tone slowed. “In jail.”
The others, scrutinizing the financial report, displayed their own array of emotions.
Previously agitated shareholders were now speechless, as subdued as quails with their necks caught.
Their embarrassment was palpable.
Yet Sandra didn’t let the awkwardness linger. “Alright, Tristan, shall we start now?”
No one dared speak up for Tristan any longer.
They could unite against Wesley, but their secrets were now in Sandra’s hands. Any displeasure from her could spell their ruin, so they resigned themselves to sacrifice Tristan.
Tristan’s face was a stormy mix of dark emotions.
He clenched his teeth. “I admit my fault. Whether the shareholders should withdraw is still up for discussion in the meeting. Sandra, there’s no need for haste.”
After a pause, he said, “For now, let’s discuss the garment department.”
“Since Mason is more optimistic about Wesley, I agree to let Wesley manage the garment department in the future.”
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