After Justin Battleson’s figure disappeared from the eting room doorway, the entire room erupted into murmurs.
"Oh my God, what’s wrong with Mr. Battleson? He’s beco so irritable!"
"The company is in such a situation right now—who wouldn’t be under enormous psychological pressure?"
"But he has to co up with solutions for these pressures and problems, doesn’t he? What’s the point of saying nothing and just walking away?"
"Could it be that our company is really dood? Mr. Robbins, you... you should co up with sothing..."
Soone spoke up for help, drawing the attention of most people in the room toward George Robbins.
George gathered himself and quickly shook his head at everyone.
"Even Mr. Battleson doesn’t know what to do. What ideas could I possibly have? Besides, you all saw earlier—every suggestion I offered was directly ignored by him."
Though he spoke these words on the surface, when George lowered his head, a hint of viciousness glinted in his eyes.
Justin Battleson, keep being arrogant for a few more days. I’ll make sure you pay for it when the ti cos!
"But this is..."
So shareholders had already been rendered helpless by the current situation.
"Forget it, everyone just disperse. Maybe the company will find a solution in the next few days." George spoke slowly.
He then tried to console everyone, and when he noticed the admiration flicker in the eyes of those around him, a wave of satisfaction surged in his heart.
After parting ways with the others, George quietly left the eting room, the smile on his lips growing wider.
When he returned to his office, he imdiately pulled out his phone and hurriedly dialed an unfamiliar number.
The ringtone sounded a few tis before a crisp voice ca through on the other side.
As soon as George heard it, he spoke eagerly, "Master, Justin Battleson is already spent. Even the smallest matter now could easily topple him. How can he possibly still dream of managing a corporate empire with the state he’s in?"
But the reply on the other end carried a trace of cold laughter, accompanied by a faint, fragnted sound slipping through the receiver. The sound made George’s neck inexplicably tingle with unease, prompting him to swallow nervously.
"Master, what should we do next?"
"Continue with the board of directors. As for the collaboration projects..."
After a brief pause, the voice resud slowly, "You know what needs to be done."
"Master, rest assured. I will definitely not let you down." George responded repeatedly, and then the call was decisively hung up.
Despite being hung up on, George didn’t show any displeasure. On the contrary, he quietly exhaled in relief and reached up to wipe away the cold sweat that had unknowingly slid down his temple.
Finally, he walked back to his desk and sank into his chair, his body slackening at last. In the silence of the room, only his shallow breathing could be heard.
After a long while, the cellphone resting in his palm vibrated faintly.
George simply cast a quick glance at it and then composed a ssage to send off.
Not long after, the door to his office was knocked on, and the person who stepped inside was none other than Florienna Ellis.
"What do you want from this ti?"
Florienna walked in and gave George a look—this ti, her expression seed tinged with reluctance.
George imdiately flashed Florienna a dazzling smile, then got up and approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist as effortlessly as if it were second nature, pulling her snugly into his embrace...
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