One 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 andck 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 businessmunity 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’splexion turned ashen.


    The endorsements for Bryson not only highlighted his own shorings but also illustrated the dwindling confidence the board had in his ability to steer thepany away from impending disaster.


    The 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 usation and realization.


    “So, this is it? You’re all banding together to push me out?”


    Bryson watched the scene with a cool, dispassionate gaze, observing the escting 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 wille out of this unscathed!”


    The roompsed into an ufortable 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.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    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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    They quickly nodded in agreement.


    “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.


    Since 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 possiblye up with such arge 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.