NovelEnglishOne of the directors addressed him directly, emphasizing the dire circumstances in hopes of changing his mind.
"Mr.
Mitchell, you understand our situation better than anyone.
Without your leadership, we'll soon be on the brink of bankruptcy!" Bryson, meanwhile, maintained a calm demeanor, his hand propping up his chin as he casually tapped his fingers on the table.
His silence and lack of immediate response seemed to weigh heavily in the room, adding to the suspense. "Tyshawn, if you're truly resistant to stepping down and allowing Bryson to lead, we're heading towards a catastrophe.
"Bryson's standing in the business community is unparalleled! We've all witnessed his sharp business instincts. A single statement from him could send our stock prices soaring again!" At these words, Tyshawn's complexion turned ashen.
The endorsements for Bryson not only highlighted his own shortcomings but also illustrated the dwindling confidence the board had in his ability to steer the company away from impending disaster.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe undercurrents in the room had shifted from implicit to explicit, and Tyshawn felt the push against him intensifying.
He raised his eyes, scanning the room filled with directors, his voice tinged with a mix of accusation and realization.
"So, this is it? You're all banding together to pushout?" Bryson watched the scene with a cool, dispassionate gaze, observing the escalating tension without intervention. Tyshawn's frustration boiled over as he felt the constraints of his position tightening around him.
His voice grew louder, his tone more threatening.
"I'm warning you-don't test my patience! If you push me, I swear I'll drag everyone down with me.
No one will cout of this unscathed!" The room lapsed into an uncomfortable silence until a director spoke up again, a hint of fluster evident in his tone.
"Mr.
Tyshawn Mitchell, we would never dream of forcing you.
It's simply a suggestion.
You know our financial situation.
If we don't fix it soon, the losses will only worsen!" He looked around at the others for support.
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"Mr.
Tyshawn Mitchell, please consider our wellbeing!" "Of course, if you can turn the situation around, we won't insist on your resignation.
Tyshawn's gaze naturally shifted to Malvina.
He understood that getting money from her was the most viable option.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSince he had her under his control, persuading her to ask her father for money should be a breeze.
After all, she had mentioned her father's penchant for spoiling her and likely wouldn't turn down her request.
With this idea in mind, Tyshawn shook off the hands holding him and approached Malvina.
"Darling, upon reflection, I believe we could really use your father's help.
Malvina's heart plummeted.
Her entire identity was built on lies.
How could she possibly cup with such a large sum of money? She hesitated, her eyes flitting nervously.
"But... As I mentioned before, if I were to ask him..." "But he adores you.
He won't deny your request!" Tyshawn interjected his grip on her shoulders tightening. "You have to help me!"
When Malvina saw the desperation in his eyes, fear crept into her heart. "I... I want to help, but..."
Before she could concoct an excuse, Tyshawn's gaze turned cold.
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