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Right then, Dani reached into her bag and took out a file, tossing it across the table.
Everyone flinched as if expecting something explosive. Several of them leaned back.
“What are you doing?” someone blurted out.
Dani tilted her chin and gestured at the document.
“This is today’s financial summary. If you keep quiet and cooperate, you’ll still hold your positions as shareholders for now. But the moment you try to get in my way, I’ll have you removed. The report makes everything clear. McCoy Group is losing money fast. Expenses are running higher than ie. If I decide to push things with outside financing, this wholepany could end up in my hands overnight.”
She turned her eyes on the McCoy brothers, watching confusion bloom across their faces. Then she shifted her attention to the marketing manager, who had been standing by the door.
The marketing manager caught her gaze and gave her a strained smile. Dani gave a short nod.
“They don’t believe me. Make it clear to them. Spell it out.”
The marketing manager, sensing the pressure in the room, quickly responded,
“Ms. Harper means that McCoy Group is already hanging by a thread. If she chooses, she can take full control. She’s warning you not to provoke her. If you do, she’ll take over, and none of you will be left with anything.”
Brad blinked at him,pletely stunned.
Jules turned to the manager and asked, “Is it really that bad?”
Ethan’s voice shook. “No, that can’t be right. McCoy Group’s strong. There’s no way it could copse that easily.”
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Dani didn’t bother getting drawn into any more arguments. She turned toward Carol.
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“Stop!” Brad raised his voice, cutting her off. “Give me thirty minutes.”
He grabbed the report from the table and walked out.
Hamilton understood right away. Brad still didn’t buy what Dani had said. From the looks of it, Brad had never fully trusted him either. They probably thought he was in league with her now.
Brad had gone to find someone else to examine the report.
Outside the building, Brad made a call.
“Lara, I need your help. Look at this report. Is there any chance for thepany to survive?”
Lara McCoy was Brad’s daughter. She held a top executive position in a financepany.
At first, she nced at the figures calmly. Then she choked on her coffee, startled.
“Dad! Don’t tell me this came from McCoy Group!”
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