<h4>Chapter 247: Who Do You Think You Are?</h4>


    Mnie sat in thepany’s boardroom with a mncholy look on her face. The expressions on the board members’ faces were perhaps even gloomier than the time she had first taken over-when they had all believed things couldn’t possibly get any worse. Or that they deserved a better ’leader’ than a mere woman like her.


    "You are right. The StormEdge team deliberately targeted us," one of them said grimly. "They added impossible uses and bribed Spencer to go along with them. We need to take them to court and fight this acquisition tooth and nail.


    Mnie gave a tired sigh and rolled her eyes. "Do you really think we can afford the litigation fee?" Her tone was dry, almost sarcastic, and her question silenced the room in an instant. No one had an answer. Thepany had already been bled dry and they were scrambling to curb their losses. No one would throw in more money into something they were not even sure of


    Before anyone could speak again, the door to the conference room opened. Mnie nced up, half-expecting the chairman of StormEdge to walk in with his expected entourage. Her body tensed, prepared for confrontation. But it wasn’t him. It was Adam.


    Her expression softened as soon as she saw him. A small smile touched her lips. He hadn’t told her he would being. She had no idea...The sly guy.


    But before she could gesture for him to sit beside her, she sensed a shift in the room-a sudden spike in tension. The atmosphere turned cold. She could feel the hostility radiating from the others like a storm cloud settling over the table. She sighed. Really? They were going to be hostile to him?


    Adam, however, didn’t seem to notice or care. Calm and self-assured, he walked straight to his usual spot-the far end of the oval table- positioning himself directly opposite the empty seat where they expected the StormEdge chairman to sit. As if by instinct or design the position ced him squarely in the seat of opposition.


    Before Mnie could intervene or say anything to ease the growing unease, one of the shareholders suddenly burst out, "What is he doing here?"


    The words cracked across the room like a whip.


    Adam raised an eyebrow, his expression calm, almost amused. He looked at the speaker with a cool detachment that only heightened the tension.


    "’He’ has ears, and a mouth too," Adam replied,"And he can hear your questions—and answer them-without you directing them at Mnie." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the table before adding, "I already hold a share in thepany. I have as much right to be here as any of you."


    "It’s all because of you that thepany has reached this position!" another board member snapped, their voice rising above the murmurs now bubbling around the table.


    Adam didn’t flinch. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in amusement.


    "Because of me?" he asked, his voice quiet, but cutting through the room with precision. "Really?"


    The room quieted again.


    "Then I suppose I should have just died when Spencer nned my murder."


    A few jaws dropped at that but everyone shook their heads.


    Adam continued, as if he’d only said he missed breakfast.


    "And for the record, I’m not here because of your little mess with StormEdge. I’m here because some of you," his eyes flicked to three specific faces seated near the end, "are under the impression that you can use Spencer as a shield. That you can wash your hands clean while he takes the fall."


    He leaned forward now, voice hardening. "So before StormEdge steps in and scoops up what’s left of this carcass, I figured it’s time to cut off the rotten parts of thepany myself."


    The boardroom erupted.


    "What do you mean by that?"


    "You don’t have the authority!"


    "Who the hell do you think you are?"


    "This is ckmail—"


    Even Mnie was stunned into silence. She blinked and turned to look at Adam, who sat calm amid the chaos, She hadn’t seen this version of him before. Calcted. Colder than usual. And clearly, prepared. Ohhh.... He was totally yummy... And she was curious what rotten parts was he talking about.


    "What are you ying at?" she asked finally trying to keep her tone neutral


    Adam’s eyes didn’t leave the rest of the board as he spoke. "Mnie, there are people here who would have you believe that Spencer is the only person behind everything. But such big scams... Can they really be hidden? Nope. Everyone got their cut and when Spencer was exposed, they’ve hurriedlye forward to lynch him while making sure their deeds remain covered.


    "Even if you’re a major shareholder," someone snapped from the far end, "if StormEdge takes over the pledged shares today, your own stake will be reduced to nothing. You won’t even qualify for a seat at this table!"


    "Exactly," another one chimed in, "You’ll be finished, Adam. So maybe think twice before you pretend to y executioner and point fingers at any of us. An inexperienced brat like you!"


    Still calm. Still smiling. Adam reached into the folder he’d brought with him and ced three neatly clipped sheets on the table in front of him, sliding them across the polished wood toward the chairman.


    "I think you’ll want to see this," he said quietly.


    The shouting simmered down slightly as curious nces turned toward the documents. Mnie looked from the papers to Adam, her brows furrowed. What the hell was he doing?


    Adam leaned forward again,cing his fingers together. "Those are proof of Spencer’s offshore ounts, the fake shellpanies used tounder bribe money from StormEdge, and correspondence—yes, I mean emails, voice recording and messages, between him and at least two people in this room who encouraged the sabotage."


    Gasps echoed around the table. One of the directors visibly paled. Another leaned back in his chair, looking suddenly very interested in the floor.


    "I’ll be forwarding these to the regtory authorities, of course," Adam added casually. "But I figured you all deserved a front-row seat."


    "Is this some kind of stunt?" someone barked.


    "No," Adam said.


    "Here is the proof for these people."


    "Even if there is proof. You, Adam Collins, have no rights here, regardless of if you are a shareholder or not!"