<strong>Chapter 310:</strong>


    Inside, thepany felt like a ghost town. Employees lingered idly at their desks, whispering in hushed tones and sneaking nces toward the office doors. Everyone was waiting for the inevitable—the announcement of closure. The atmosphere was thick with unease.


    The office doors were ajar, revealing a room filled with shareholders. They sat slumped in their chairs, smoking anxiously, their faces etched with dejection. When Tristan and Cindy appeared, the shareholders immediately perked up. They rose from their seats and hurried over. “Tristan, you’re finally here!”


    “What are we going to do about this situation? The new products have quality issues, and the clients are furious. Are we just supposed to take all the me? What are the suppliers saying?”


    “Didn’t you say you were going to negotiate with them?” Tristan avoided their using stares, his gaze darting away as he rubbed his nose nervously. He had taken kickbacks from the suppliers—confronting them wasn’t an option.


    Sensing the rising tension, Cindy stepped forward, shing a practiced smile. “Don’t worry. Tristan is just as concerned as all of you. After all, he holds the most shares in thepany. And he’s brought Carrie here to help resolve the issue.”


    Her words seemed to give Tristan a shred of confidence. He straightened slightly, puffing out his chest. “Exactly. My daughter is here. And don’t forget, her husband is Kristopher Norris, the CEO of Norris Group. A problem like this is nothing for him.”


    At this, the shareholders turned their attention to Carrie. Their initial frustration was momentarily reced by surprise. Carrie stood apart from the rest, exuding a quiet strength that was impossible to ignore. They had only seen Yara before, a beauty adorned in luxury brands, pretty butcking in presence. It became clear why Carrie, not Yara, had married into the Norris family.


    But admiration quickly gave way to practicality. Faced with the looming threat of bankruptcy, there was no time for pleasantries. The shareholders exchanged brief nces, then appointed one speaker to proceed on their behalf. “Ms. Campbell,” the man began hesitantly, “thepany is facing significantpensation ims. To resume production, we’ll need substantial funding.”


    “How much does Norris Group n to invest in us?”


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    Carrie didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she walked over to an empty chair and sat down, crossing her legs with deliberate poise. “Business is business,” she said coolly. “Investing now would be charity. Norris Group isn’t foolish. Why should they clean up someone else’s mess?”


    The shareholders froze, their earlier confidence faltering. Then, the murmurs started—discontent brewing like a storm. “Are you kidding us?” one of them finally burst out. “You think you can push us around just because you have Norris Group behind you? We won’t let this go! If you’re not here to help, then what’s the point of this meeting?”


    Tristan’s face flushed red with embarrassment. He shot Carrie a sharp re. “Didn’t you say you came here to solve the problem? Why are you making things worse?”


    Carrie didn’t flinch. Her calmposure was unshaken as she met Tristan’s gaze. “I never said I was here to solve your problems.” She leaned back slightly, her voice steady and matter-of-fact. “I’m here to discuss the deal.”


    “What do you want to discuss with us, then?” one of the shareholders asked, his earlier anger tempered by curiosity. The others exchanged wary nces, their frustration giving way to a tentative seriousness.


    Carrie, though the youngest, blended seamlessly with the group of middle-aged executives gathered around her. Over time, she had mastered adopting Kristopher’sposed approach. This semnce of calm was sufficient to manage the less significant yers. In contrast to Tristan, her presence carried the unmistakable weight of leadership.


    With poise, Carrie said, “Once thepany deres bankruptcy, the shares you’re clutching will turn to dust along with anypensation. Wouldn’t it be wiser to sell them to me now, while they still hold some value?”


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