Sure enough, after Justin Battleson’s words, several shareholders who had been swayed by George Robbins’ earlier remarks began to show hesitation on their faces again.
"How is that possible? The mistakes in our collaboration have not been made public, and Worsen has no idea about our company’s current situation. They’re simply coming to us for a partnership,"
George Robbins imdiately refuted Justin Battleson’s statent.
After hearing George’s remarks, Justin’s brow furrowed slightly, and he calmly asked, "With such a large-scale termination of cooperation agreents, no matter how well the news is concealed, it’s impossible to guarantee that nothing leaks out. For example, my injury and hospital stay—didn’t Mr. Robbins learn about it anyway?"
Justin’s words left George montarily speechless, unsure of how to respond with a rebuttal.
"At this critical juncture, bringing up a cooperation proposal like this still needs careful consideration. What do you all think?"
"Mr. Battleson, I believe signing this contract is very necessary for the sake of the company."
"But Mr. Battleson isn’t wrong either—what if Worsen backs out at the last second?"
Nonetheless, Worsen is an Ashton brand, and it has never collaborated with a Druarus brand before. Now they’ve chosen us as their first partner in Druarus. If this succeeds, it will leave a strong impression not only locally but overseas as well, potentially great returns."
"Even if they’re an Ashton brand, choosing to work with our company at this sensitive ti doesn’t seem appropriate."
The shareholders holding differing opinions began debating fervently again, and for a while, the entire conference room grew noisy and chaotic.
Finally, Justin Battleson tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, the sound quieting the room instantly.
"Everyone has made valid points, but the company needs a period of adjustnt right now, so to be on the cautious side..."
Before Justin could finish his sentence, George Robbins quickly interjected, taking over the thread of discussion:
"Mr. Battleson, I believe that to maintain the company’s steady growth, we should go ahead with this collaboration. After all, the company needs the funds to operate smoothly."
Justin hesitated for a mont, seemingly swayed by George’s argunt. He placed a fingertip on his chin and pondered briefly before standing up.
"Alright then, Mr. Robbins, co with to et Worsen’s representative. We’ll discuss how to proceed with this collaboration."
George’s eyes glead with surprised delight upon hearing this, and he quickly rose to follow Justin’s actions.
"Understood, Mr. Battleson."
Justin and George’s departure symbolized the end of the shareholders’ eting. Once Justin exited the conference room, he headed toward the reception area.
"Mr. Battleson, is your injury on your shoulder? It seems fairly serious," George asked while glancing at Justin’s arm as he followed alongside him.
As for Justin’s head injury, the bandages had been replaced with smaller dressings, mostly hidden by his hair, making it hardly noticeable.
"It’s not serious, just accidentally hurt my arm," Justin replied casually,
"I originally thought Mr. Robbins was very well-inford—not just knowing I was hospitalized but even being clear on what part of my body was injured."
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