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    No one had anticipated such an uncanny resemnce to Cedric. How could someone look so much like him? Stunned, they stared at Alexander before hurriedly settling into their seats.


    Though Hackett had met Alexander before, the resemnce still unsettled him—but there was no time to dwell on it. He quickly blurted out, “Alexander, you’re about to take over as president. What’s our next move? How did the tide turn in Cedric’s favor? Have you seen the online chatter? People are actually sympathizing with him! What’s our n?”


    Bruno, clearly on edge, chimed in, “If we don’t figure this out before ten, our stock prices could take a catastrophic hit!”


    Marcus’ chest tightened. “If the stock crashes again, I’d rather jump off the building! Mypany won’t survive another blow!”


    Alexander, d in an impably tailored designer suit, sat among them. “So, are you all finally ready to ept me as president?” Without hesitation, they all nodded.


    At this moment, the presidency was the least of their concerns. If their businesses copsed, titles wouldn’t matter—they’d have nothing left to fight over.


    As everyone nodded, Alexander caught the fleeting trace of reluctance in Hackett’s expression. With a soft chuckle, he added, “If you recognize me as your leader, I’ll lend a hand. If not, I see no reason to bother.” His piercing gaze lingered on Hackett as he spoke.


    Bruno tugged at Hackett’s sleeve and whispered urgently, “Say something! The presidency is irrelevant now. Our survival is at stake!” The rest of the group murmured in approval.


    Hackett hastilyplied, “I never opposed it. Alexander, you’re in charge. I have noints.”


    Alexander inclined his head. “Good. Then I’ll take care of Cedric.”


    Alexander hadn’t expected that, despite the enormity of the situation, Cedric had remained silent and still managed to turn the tide in his favor. The business world now praised him for executing one of the most masterful PR maneuvers in history, effortlessly turning a disaster into a victory.


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    That night, an official statement was released by themerce association’s ount:


    “Owing to Hackett Graves’ advanced age and his inability to continue leading the association, the presidency is hereby transferred to Alexander Bet of Bet Group. The association is optimistic that under his leadership, it will better serve its members. To mark this transition, VIP membership channels are now open, with entry and first-year fees waived. Additionally, members with notable contributions will not only gain ess to premium business resources but will also receiveplimentary support to elevate their enterprises to billion-dor valuations.”


    The announcement sent shockwaves through the business world, igniting a flurry of debate.


    “Alexander Bet? How did he end up as the association’s president?”


    “Haven’t you heard? Since Bet Group merged with the Fairburne Group, they’ve been raking in wealth,nding a spot on the world’s rich list. Richard is grinning from ear to ear!”


    “Has Alexander really be that powerful?”


    “It’s not about his abilities; it’s about his marriages. One ex-wife is the richest person in the world, and the other left him a massive fortune. Say what you want, but Alexander sure knows how to pick them.”


    “Now that Alexander is president, do you think Dani will join the association?”


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