NovelEnglish"Hey! What do you mean by that? You were the one championing my leadership.
Now that you think I'm used up, you're ready to throwout, just like that? Huh? Think again!" His arrogance escalated as he leaned in, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Don't forget, I still have an ace up my sleeve!" he boasted loudly.
"Malvina's dad leads the mighty Compton family.
With just a flick of his wrist, he could easily transfer not just six billion, but ten billion into our accounts!" Bryson couldn't help but let out a sardonic smile, his expression one of amused disdain.
"Oh, is that so?" he responded with a heavy dose of skepticism.
Turning his attention towards Malvina, he challenged Tyshawn's assertion directly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Then why don't you have your illustrious father-in-law solve this little financial crisis your fiance has stumbled into?" Caught suddenly in the crossfire, Malvina's expression faltered drastically.
Despite Tyshawn's grand claims, the reality was starkly different-far from ten billion, she was in no position to scr@pe together even 100 thousand at the moment.
"I... Now that... my godfather's investment has gone south, I wouldn't even know how to begin asking my dad for money!" She moved closer to Tyshawn, Lowering her voice to a whisper, “If my dad finds out how much you've lost, he'll be furious.
And if he decides he doesn't approve of us... I might be sent back abroad!" Tyshawn's expression darkened at the thought.
He had invested so much in securing Malvina's affection and allegiance-too much to let it all crumble now. "You're right, you absolutely can't tell him about this.
I'll figure something out.
's BunnyBookery It was then that Bryson's cool, measured voice cut through the tension.
"Do you have any other solutions?" he asked pointedly.
Three billion.
The sum was colossal, a gap that even Bryson himself couldn't bridge swiftly without touching the overseas assets, let alone Tyshawn.
Tyshawn's face shifted through a range of emotions, each revealing his growing desperation.
The reality of their financial crisis was stark.
In fact, even robbing one bank wouldn't suffice.
Amid the tense silence, the sdirector who had been vocal earlier couldn't restrain himself any longer.
He broke the impasse with a decisive statement.
"Tyshawn, if you can't handle this, let Bryson take over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClearly, you lack an understanding of our operations.
Under your leadership, every project has bled money.
We're businesspeople, not philanthropists willing to watch our investments disappear into your failures!"
Another chimed in, reinforcing the point, "Exactly, even if youmiraculously cover today's tosses, ulously cove N What about tomorrow? Are we expected to continually bail out one disaster after another?" Cornered by their logic, Tyshawn clenched his teeth, his frustration evident.
With no counterargument at hand, he turned his anger towards Bryson.
"Even if I step down, do you have a plan to save the group?" Bryson responded with a cold, dismissive smile.
"That's none of your concern now.
" "How can it not be my concern?" Tyshawn shot back, his anxiety spiking.
"I still hold 8% of the shares here!" His voice carried a mix of defiance and panic.
As the tension in the room escalated, the focus shifted squarely back to Bryson.
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