NovelEnglishThe board of directors convened a meeting with all shareholders to address the unfolding chaos.
In the meeting room, Tyshawn casually embraced Malvina, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.
He was unaware of the extent of the trouble his actions had caused.
Tyshawn's notorious lifestyle-marked by recklessness, opulence, manipulation, and financial misdeeds--had already put him on thin ice.
During the shareholder meeting, despite warnings from sattendees, he dismissed their concerns, adding fuel to the fire with his defiant attitude.
At last, a director could no longer contain his frustration.
He banged the table forcefully.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr.
Mitchell, this tyou have made a significant error, and I expect you to accept responsibility voluntarily, or else " "Or else what?" Tyshawn replied coolly, his expression unfazed.
"Listen, if you choose to pull your investments, it's your funeral, not mine.
The financial losses will fall squarely on your shoulders!" Tyshawn's arrogance was palpable as he boasted, "The Mitchell Group still boasts a capital infusion of 6 billion dollars, all thanks to my fiancee! How quickly you forget your praises when you appointedto this role.
Now, you turn your backs onwith criticism and condemnation!" Beside him, Malvina seemed oblivious to the gravity of the situation, dismissing the concerns with, "It's merely a few billion.
My family has contributed so much, what's a minor loss?" "This is utterly futile," a director snapped, visibly irate.
"Are you even aware of the consequences of a 30% plunge in stock value?" Tyshawn scoffed at their worries.
"You're all novices on the grand stage of finance.
Such fluctuations are minor.
Our stock will recover.
There's nothing to fear.
" "It will not recover!" another director interjected, pulling up data on the large screen.
The display revealed significant problems with the biopharmaceutical project Tyshawn had recently acquired, underscoring the gravity of their situation.
's BunnyBookery Public sentiment continued to worsen, with the stock price still on the downswing.
This finally rattled Tyshawn, who exclaimed in disbelief, "How can there possibly be problems with this project?" His fierce inquiry was met with silence.
None of the shareholders, including the directors, responded.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe room fell deathly quiet.
Impatient, Tyshawn slammed his hands on the table and shouted, nobody hear me?! I ordered you to Can address our public relations issues at once!" "I don't see the need for public relations," ca calm, commanding voice.
Bryson, impeccably dressed, cin confidently, immediately drawing the room's focus.
Flanked by Yosef and a group of senior executives, Bryson exuded authority overshadowing Tyshawn who occupied the principal seat. Spotting Bryson, Tyshawn's demeanor shifted sharply.
"What are you doing here? You're not welcat the Mitchell Group!" he blurted.
Without hesitation, Bryson gestured dismissively.
Someone promptly pushed Tyshawn and his chair aside.
"I'm obviously here to sort out the chaos you've caused," Bryson declared coolly.
Tyshawn made a sudden move to stand, his intentions clear, but the firm hands of those standing beside him pushed him back into his chair, restraining his freedom.
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