The moment those words left the shareholder''s mouth, even the usually unppable Griffin felt like he had been caught with his pants down. "You" He was so furious he could almost feel his blood pressure skyrocket. But the shareholder wasn''t about to let up. "Mr. Dawson, cat got your tongue?"


    Griffin was barely holding it together and mmed his teacup onto the table with a thud that echoed his frustration. "What are you implying? Are you trying to disgrace me and shove me out of thepany? Let''s not forget that Dawson International is a Dawson family legacy. I still hold the lion''s share, and that makes me the boss around here."N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    "Well, isn''t that convenient, Mr. Dawson?" the shareholder shot back. "When you slip up, you pull rank. But why should Cameron get the boot for his mistakes?"


    Griffin shot him a venomous re. "Why are you always on my case? What''s your angle?"


    The shareholder rose to his feet. "It''s simple. Our sess is tied to Dawson International. Ever since Cameron left, we''ve been on a downward slide. Meanwhile, Rond Inc. is booming with him on board. Cameron''s got the Midas touch, and everyone knows it." He paused, then added, "So, I propose we bring Cameron back."


    The room buzzed with murmurs of agreement.


    "I think it''s worth a shot."


    Griffin, however, looked like he''d swallowed a lemon. They didn''t know he''d already tried, behind closed doors, to coax Cameron back, only to be met with a t-out refusal and a dose of humiliation. It made him bristle at the suggestion. "He won''te back," he muttered.


    "He''s a Dawson. Dawson International is his heritage, too. Why wouldn''t he want to return?" The shareholders were skeptical of Griffin''s ims.


    "I''ve already asked him. He said no," Griffin admitted, sounding defeated. "Maybe it''s your approach. Did you approach him with not enough sincerity?" Griffin''s face clouded over, dark as a storm. Did they expect him to grovel?


    "That''s enough. We''re done here. Dawson International can survive without Cameron." Then, Griffin made a decision that would haunt him. "Ihe''s undercutting us, we''ll cut our own margins. We''ll break his hotd, even if it means no profit."


    The shareholders exchanged worried nces and sighed.


    In the corner, one shareholder''s lips curled in a satisfied smirk.


    After the meeting, the shareholders left, their spirits low-except for that one who lingered. He pulled out his phone and dialed a secret number "Boss, you were spot on.


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    won''t be long before both the


    Dawson and Rond empires are yours."


    A deep voice on the other end, full of wisdom and experience, replied, I''ll speed up their downfall. Next, you need to push for a partnership between Dawson International and our firm."


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    "Got it."


    Winter''s chill had settled in.


    On the other side of the city, Cameron stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, looking out over the city, feeling alone for the first time in ages.


    His mother, who loved him dearly, and Nellie, who loved him purely, were both gone-victims of his own foolishness.


    And the father he''d tried so hard to support, along with Greta, whom he adored, had turned out to be nothing but leeches, leaving him empty and hollow. He couldn''t help but wonder what his purpose in life was.


    What was the point of his relentless hustle?