Chapter 382


    Suddenly, the door swung open, sending an electric shock of surprise throughout the conference room.


    For a brief moment, the room fell silent.


    Every pair of eyes in the room swiveled towards us, wide with disbelief.


    Bet strode confidently inside, his face a storm cloud, and took his ce at the head of the table. I


    followed closely behind, taking my seat beside my father on the right.


    Bet''s icy gaze swept the room, and I noticed a few attendees shrink back, trying desperately to


    be invisible, daring not to meet his eyes.


    Finally, Bet''s stare settled on Kemp for a few moments before he spoke with a hint of scorn in his


    voice, "Well, has Kemp''s little pow-wow concluded?"


    Kemp''s face turned beet red, his adam''s apple bobbing as he struggled to find his voice, but no sound


    came out.


    Seeing Kemp''s pathetic state, Bet withdrew his gaze dismissively and cut straight to the chase.


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    "Since everyone''s here, let''s get started. I''m not one to beat around the bush, and I certainly don''t have


    time to waste listening to gripes. If you''ve got a problem, speak up. No more skulking around behind


    my back. I don''t appreciate people barging into my office, so I''m giving you one shot, one hour. After


    that, you''re out of luck. As you know, VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals isn''t my usual stomping ground, and I


    won''t be lingering here. Kemp was right about one thing, though..."


    He paused, his chilling gaze sweeping over the crowd. "No one''s going to oust me. Not a chance."


    The room was a sea of exchanged nces, but silence prevailed.


    Bet''s presence was formidable, his eyes alone enough tomand reticence.


    He fixed Kemp with another look. "Since Kemp seems to have the most to say, let''s hear it from him


    first."


    With his name called out, Kemp''s expression soured even further. He scanned the room, seeing


    nothing but cautious deference, and his frustration boiled over.


    With a contemptuous snort and a growl of impatience, he barked, "What''s with the silence? Trying to


    ride this out? Didn''t we all agree to share our thoughts?"


    No one dared respond, only adding to his irritation.


    His gaze then turned to me. "And another thing, isn''t this supposed to be a shareholders'' meeting?


    What''s someone unrted doing sitting in?"


    "I invited Ms. Wilburn," Bet interjected before I could speak, nipping Kemp''s protest in the bud.


    Kemp, not bold enough to argue out loud, still muttered under his breath, "It''s against protocol! If we


    start making exceptions, who''s to say who can and cannot attend these meetings?"


    Bet responded coolly, with a weight that brooked no argument. "If I''ve invited her, she has every


    reason to be here. Or do you have an objection to that, Kemp?"


    ud, Kemp''s ever-loyal crony, seeing Kemp at odds with me but challenged by Bet, foolishly


    chimed in, "Mr. Richardson, surely family matters aren''t for outsiders to witness, right?"


    "Who says she''s an outsider in this?" Bet''s retort was unquestionable, his authority clear.


    ud faltered, his rebuttal dying on his lips.


    In those words, Bet subtly reminded Kemp that his behind-the-scenes maneuvers hadn''t gone


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    Kemp tried to exin, but a gesture from Bet silenced him.