Chapter 607: Chapter 603: Richelie Dunn and Harris Dunn are at Odds!


    Two dayster, Richelle Dunn and Denise Munni took The Lewis’ private jet to the Dunn Group.


    It wasn’t that she deliberately wanted to be high-profile, but the journey was long, and she hadn’t fully recovered from her head injury. Roy Lewis didn’t want her to suffer, and insisted that she travel by private jet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let her go.


    There was a helipad at the top of the Dunn Group building, so Richelle and Denise saved quite a bit of time.


    As they took the elevator down, Denise joked with Richelle, “Thank you, Richelle, for letting me experience what it’s like to be rich!”


    Richelle nced at her, “You make it sound like you’re so poor.”


    Deniseughed, “But there’s a big difference between being rich and being super-rich!”


    To the average person, Denise and Nathan Caroule were certainly wealthy.


    Butpared to a super-billionaire like Roy Lewis, theirbined annual sry was probably less than what Roy made in one day.


    The two chatted andughed as they entered the conference hall of the Dunn Group.


    It had been a while since Richelle hadst appeared here, and at that time, besides being a shareholder of the Dunn Group, she was also only the girlfriend of the Lewis Group’s president.


    But now, she was the president of the Lewis Group with a hundred billion dors of wealth and immense power.


    All the board directors, except Harris Dunn, swarmed Richelle when she entered.


    They addressed her as “Mr. Dunn” one after another.


    Suddenly, Harris himself as Mr. Dunn waspletely pushed aside.


    He gritted his teeth with hatred but didn’t show it.


    Instead, he coldly watched the directors fawning over Richelle. After about two or three minutes, he impatiently knocked on the conference table.


    “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s start the meeting!”


    Richelle was really fed up with the hypocrisy of these suddenly enthusiastic directors, and Harris’ knock came just in time to rescue her.


    The directors returned to their seats, and Richelle found her hands stuffed with a bunch of business cards.


    In this day and age, clients were used to adding each other on WhatsApp.


    However, Richelle had always kept her professional and personal life separate, and very few people had her WhatsApp contact.


    Out of the more than twenty people in the conference hall, only Denise Munni and Darren Moss were her WhatsApp friends.


    Today’s board meeting, apart from the regr monthly performance report, also had a very important matter to be determined by the votes of the directors.


    Even Denise, the vice president, was kept in the dark.


    Obviously, Harris had already worked on those he needed to, and he was no longer concerned about the votes of United Ventures and Richelle.


    After the monthly report, Harris finally announced the issue to be voted on.


    “We’re nning to set up a branch in Leutonia, andter, product orders from South Asia will be produced by the Leutonian branch to reduce transportation andbor costs.”


    Richelle immediately thought of the information she provided about Leutonian supply chains, and guessed that Mason Lilliput’s new transportationwork had probably been established.


    Were these two things rted to Harris’s n to set up a branch in Leutonia?


    With a flood of information in her head, Richelle analyzed and filtered them quickly.


    Soon, she was sure that these three things were closely rted.


    They formed a chain, and each link of the chain was essential.


    “I have a question!”


    For the past few board meetings, Richelle had barely expressed her opinions, mainly because her views were usually conveyed through Denise.


    However, they hadn’t been informed of this voting item in advance, so Denise couldn’t convey her opinion this time.


    Harris’s eyes were cold, colder than if he were looking at a stranger.


    He didn’t even seem to want to pretend.


    But it was understandable, as now everyone in the Federation knew that Richelle Dunn was the daughter of the former president of the Dunn Group, and that there were recent rumors.


    They said that Richelle’s parents were actually killed by her biological brother, who was now the president of the Dunn Group, Jayden Dunn.


    So, in the eyes of everyone, Richelle and Harris, although cousins, were now considered mortal enemies.


    As a result, Harris didn’t even bother pretending.


    However, what angered him was that the board members seemed to be on his side before today.


    Yet before the meeting, these directors showed an almost obsequious attitude towards Richelle, which infuriated him and made him feel slightly uneasy.


    “Go ahead and ask!”


    Ignoring Harris’s cold attitude, Richelle asked directly.


    “As far as I know, 90% of our products’ raw materialse from East Asia. You said that orders outside of South Asia will be produced in Leutonia in the future to save onbor and transportation costs. But I remember there is a Federation protection policy for some of our raw materials. Exporting them to Leutonia would double, or even more, the East Asian tax rates. Considering this, I don’t think the cost of production in Leutonia would be any cheaper!” Although Richelle had just heard this proposal, she had learned quite a bit about the situation in the real business factory from Darren Moss and her parents’ notebook.


    So, she was thoroughly familiar with relevant policies.


    What she mentioned had never been brought up by Harris before.


    The faces of the directors suddenly became serious….