After all, if an inept individual assumes the presidency of the Bryant


    Group, I’d need to reevaluate our partnership. Losing money isn‘t on my agenda.”


    This statement wiped the smile off Jefferson’s face, recing it with a stern expression.


    “Miss Torres, regardless of how intertwined our businesses may be, this concerns the Bryant Group’s


    internal affairs. You have no say in this matter. I’d kindly request that you take your leave.”


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    With a nod, Loraine pulled out a share subscription agreement from her bag and brandished it at


    Jefferson. Her voice wasced with a teasing tone, “Apologies, Mr. Foster. On an earlier whim, I


    acquired a significant number of shares and currently possess 1% of the Bryant


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    Group’s shares. As a shareholder, I think I have a say. Are you absolutely certain you want me to


    depart?”


    Jefferson’s already ruddy face deepened in color, hinting at a Looming hypertension crisis.


    Loraine tucked away the agreement, her fleeting smirk reced by the firmposure of a seasoned


    CEO.


    Her icy gaze scanned the shareholders before pronouncing, “As the CEO of the Universe Group, my


    willingness to partner with the Bryant Group isn’t influenced by its family-centric structure or the


    question of inheritance. It’s due to Marco’s leadership. I ce my trust in


    Marco’s abilities.”


    Except for a few founding members like Jefferson, all self-made shareholders erupted in spontaneous


    apuse.


    Several younger shareholders, who previously maintained neutrality, expressed their support for Marco


    outright.


    “Miss Torres is spot on. My decision to join the Bryant Group is based on Mr. Bryant’s ability to lead us


    to greater sess. I refuse to be anyone’s pawn!”


    “In an age where merit is supposed to supersede lineage, how can the


    “bloodline theory’ persist? Miss Bryant, I have nothing against you personally, but I do have a sincere


    question. Did you turn into a fool due to past mockery? Are those online ramblings from you? Without


    any evidence, why are you ndering Mr. Bryant?”


    Faced with a barrage of questions, Marina was at a loss for words, unable to mount a defense. At this


    moment, Marco spoke up. “Marina, this is the Bryant Group’s general shareholders’ meeting, not the


    Bryant family’s private dinner. You don’t hold anypany shares, nor have you contributed anything


    to thepany. If anyone here is unqualified to participate, it’s you.”


    After uttering these words, Marco turned his gaze to the shareholders who backed him, speaking with


    conviction. “The Bryant Group does not promote nepotism. If thepany were to be dictated purely


    by blood ties, wouldn’t it be a puppet in the hands of a few? Is there truly room for growth in such


    an organization?”


    Marco’s statement resonated with the shareholders, prompting several nods of agreement. His support


    surged, triggering a dramatic shift in the meeting’s dynamics.


    At this juncture, Marco cast a nce at Jefferson, now sporting a Long face, and asked icily, “Mr.


    Foster, do you have any objections?”


    By objecting, Jefferson would essentially admit to endorsing nepotism.


    Gritting his teeth, Jefferson managed a strained smile and joined the apuse.


    Marina was taken aback by the swift turn of events. Neither she nor