Chapter 1072 Brandon''s Speech


    "Now I am curious. Who forced your hand into make such a big move?" Garrett frowned. He wanted


    to know who would be bold enough to go against Brandon like this.


    "You''ll find out soon enough," Brandon said with a secretive smile. "Sean, kindly take Mr. Harding to


    the VIP room to get some rest."


    "Of course. If you could please follow me, Mr. Harding." Sean gestured with his arm and led the


    way.


    "I''m more familiar with theyout of this building than my own home, Sean. Go and get back to


    whatever you were doing." Once Sean had left, Garrett sidled up next to Brandon and continued to


    pester him. "Who the hell is it, huh? Come on, tell me. Maybe I can help you sort it out."


    The more Brandon refused to tell him, the more he wanted to know.


    "No. The fewer people know about it, the better. Don''t get so worked up. I didn''t tell Sean, either.


    You''ll have your answer at the press conference." Brandon tucked his hands into his pockets and


    sauntered into the hall with an obstinate look in his face.


    The first floor of the Larson Group was practically a wide, spacious lobby. It was the perfect venue


    for the press conference, an event that was designed to rival any grand dinner banquet of the upper


    ss. The wide hall was already filled with people long before the conference was set to start.


    As soon as Garrett joined the crowd, he instantly sensed something unusual. He looked around him


    and found that almost everyone present came from a powerful and influential background.


    Moreover, Brandon, who was usually discreet and aloof, seemed uncharacteristically mboyant


    today.


    "What are you staring at?" Brandon asked, noticing the shift in Garrett''s expression.


    "I was just wondering why J isn''t here yet. Haven''t you two been joined at the hiptely? You


    always show up together. Laney has beenmenting how she wanted to see J. If it wasn''t so


    inconvenient for her to move around, she would have definitelye, too."


    Brandon said nothing, but a faint smile danced on his lips. He picked up two sses of champagne


    from a passing waiter''s tray and handed one of them to Garrett. "The press conference is about to


    start."


    Sure enough, the lights suddenly dimmed, followed by a thunderous apuse. Vivian walked to the


    middle of the stage with a microphone in her hand. "I thank you all for gracing us with your presence


    today as we unveil the Larson Group''s new energy project. This is made possible through a


    coboration between the Larson Group, Mr. Lewis, and Mr. Cruz. I would like to call on the main


    person in charge of the operations to make a speech. Everyone, please wee Mr. Lewis."


    Liam appeared onstage with a smile, in the midst of the audience''s warm apuse.


    Garrett was taken aback by the sight. He whipped his head around to gape at Brandon. "Didn''t you


    suspect Vivian before? Why did you hand Charis '' previous work over to her? You even let her


    preside over the press conference. What is going on here, exactly?"


    Brandon took a sip of his champagne, his cold gaze fixed on Vivian. "Calm down, Garrett. This is


    just the beginning."


    "I just don''t understand what you''re trying to do." Garrett shook his head and breathed a defeated


    sigh.


    He tossed the contents of his ss in one go in an effort to keep his growing unease at bay. He


    wanted to know what was happening!


    Meanwhile, Liam basked in the limelight and droned on and on about how difficult the project was,


    and how much time and effort they had put into it. He also made a point of praising the Larson


    Group, spewing euphemism after euphemism about what an honor it was to be a part of their


    cooperation.


    Liam finally finished after a long while, and Vivian proceeded to invite Brandon onstage for the final


    speech.


    Brandon grabbed a microphone from the staff on standby and strode to the center of the stage. All


    the lights and cameras turned their focus on him.


    His formidable aura brought a hush over the ce before he even spoke.


    "Thank you all for attending today''s press conference." Brandon''s face softened as he continued, "It


    hasn''t been easy for the Larson Group to grow into what it currently is. We started as three young


    and ambitious people, and now we''ve be an empire, a force to be reckoned with in a global


    scale. I would like to thank all the employees, shareholders, business partners, and friends who


    have supported and fought side by side with the Larson Group throughout the years."


    His words brought a nostalgic smile to Garrett''s face, and he found himself ncing around the


    walls and pirs of the Larson Group. They had been young and inexperienced just five years ago.


    No one could have imagined theirpany to develop into what it was today.


    "Mr. Larson doesn''t seem to be as cold and unfeeling as the rumors say," someone from the


    audience remarked.


    "And to think that he has achieved so much already at such a young age. He is absolutely able to


    defeat ny-nine percent of the people in the world!"


    Everybody was looking at Brandon with unabashed admiration.


    Behind him, Vivian crossed her arms over her chest and muttered something under her breath.


    "Hypocrite."


    It was also thanks to Charis that the Larson Group hade so far. But Brandon never mentioned


    her. The bastard even thanked Garrett, who had already volunteered to quit thepany, yet not


    once did he utter Charis'' name.


    Charis had done nothing to harm thepany''s interest, but she had somehow be a stain to


    its reputation, one that wasn''t even worth acknowledging.


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    Vivian''s hands balled into fists. She gritted her teeth so hard that her lips turned pale. "Vivian," a


    colleague nudged her side, pulling her back from her reverie. "Mr. Larson has finished his speech."


    Brandon offered a sincere bow to the audience and turned his gaze toward the huge screen disy.


    "Now, please direct your attention to the screen. I will be showing you what is next for the Larson


    Group, the ns I''ve made for our future."


    Vivian lowered her head to hide the cunning smile that curled on her lips.


    She had made ns of her own. Instead of business ns and proposals, the screen was about to


    show Brandon''s medical records.


    She couldn''t wait for the disy to turn on, and the pandemonium that she was sure would follow.