The 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, maniption, and financial misdeeds—-had already put him on thin ice.


    During the shareholder meeting, despite warnings from some attendees, he dismissed their concerns, adding fuel to the fire with his defiant attitude.


    Atst, a director could no longer contain his frustration.


    He banged the table forcefully.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, this time you have made a significant error, and I expect you to ept 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 dors, all thanks to my fiancee! How quickly you forget your praises when you appointed me to this role.


    Now, you turn your backs on me with 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 therge screen.


    The disy revealed significant problems with the biopharmaceutical project Tyshawn had recently acquired, underscoring the gravity of their situation.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


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    Public sentiment continued to worsen, with the stock price still on the downswing.


    This finally rattled Tyshawn, who eximed 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.


    The room fell deathly quiet.


    Impatient, Tyshawn mmed his hands on the table and shouted, “Can nobody hear me?! I ordered you to address our public rtions issues at once!”


    “I don’t see the need for public rtions,” came a calm,manding voice.


    Bryson, impably dressed, came in confidently, immediately drawing the room’s focus.


    nked by Yosef and a group of senior executives, Bryson exuded authority, overshadowing Tyshawn who upied the principal seat.


    Spotting Bryson, Tyshawn’s demeanor shifted sharply.


    “What are you doing here? You’re not wee at 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 dered 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.