N felt a mix of emotions, unsure of what to do. Oliver had done so much for her, bearing immense. pressure, yet he had never mentioned it to her. What she was facing now seemed trivial inparison.
If Bailey refused to help, N would continue seeking her out until she agreed. With <b>this </b>thought, she felt a sense of rity.
“Oliver, thank you!” she eximed.
“I told you not to say thank you,” he replied.
“This is thest time, I promise!” N insisted.
Oliver chuckled. “Okay, I’ll trust you one more time. I have work to do, so I’ll stop talking now. Goodnight.”
After hanging up, his secretary spoke quietly. “Mr. Raynor, the shareholders still won’t leave…”
Without replying, Oliver put away his phone and walked into the meeting room with a serious expression.
As soon as he entered, the shareholders began voicing their displeasure.
“Oliver, you’ve let thepany get into such a mess over a woman. What were you thinking?” one shareholder demanded, mming his hand on the table, his anger evident.
“This loss isn’t small. You need to give <b>us </b>an exnation!” another chimed in.
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Oliver clenched his fists, trying to suppress his inner fury. “This is just a temporary setback. I’ll
to resolve it.”
Another shareholder stood up, his tone icy. “Oliver, stop giving us excuses! Your personal feelings are
g thepany’s interests. You need to provide a clear solution, or we’ll demand a change in management!”
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Oliver took a deep breath and met their gazes with resolve. “I understand your concerns and anger, but please trust me. I’m actively seeking solutions, and negotiations with several partners are already underway. We’ll recover the losses soon.”
*Easier said than done! The first angry shareholder scoffed. “If you can’t solve this crisis, you should
resign!”
Oliver gritted his teeth. “Fine. If I can’t resolve this crisis, I’ll take responsibility. But until then, please give me some time and space.”
After the meeting ended, Oliver returned to his office, exhausted, and rubbed his temples. Suddenly, his
phone rang
ncing at the caller ID, he frowned–it was Damon.
“Mr. Raynor<b>, </b>consider this a warning. If you stay out of my business with N, I can let you off the hook and won’t target yourpany.” Damon’s voice sounded cold and arrogant. All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.
Oliver tightened his grip on the phone, his teeth clenched. “Damon, you’re dreaming if you think I’ll agree
to that!”
Damon chuckled mockingly. “You’re really stubborn. I’m curious–what’s more important to you, your
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With that, he hung up.
Oliver mmed his phone on the desk in frustration. Rage coursed through him–no matter what, he wouldn’t give up on N.
Just then, there was <b>a </b>gentle knock on the office door, and his secretary entered cautiously. “Mr. Raynor, we just received word from our partners–they want to reconsider the cooperation.”
Oliver wearily waved his hand. “I understand. You can leave now.”
After the secretary left, he gazed out at the cityscape, his resolve hardening