<b>Chapter </b><b>534 </b>
“Let’s take a vote. <b>Who </b><b>agrees </b>to count Ms. Miller’s shares in this election <b>first</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>Bryan said.
“Otherwise<b>, </b>we’ll <b>have </b>to do it all <b>over </b>againter. That’s a hassle, isn’t it<b>?</b><b>” </b>he added.
Bryan’s side had the numbers, <b>so </b><b>this </b>vote was obviously going to work out in his favor.
He waspletely at ease<b>, </b>knowing he had nothing to worry about.
Everyone in Bryan’s camp was sure the win was already in the bag<b>. </b>
Out of nowhere, something totally unexpected happened. Everyone <b>stared </b>in shock as Bowen raised his hand <b>as </b>he stated, “I agree too.”
<b>“</b>Is <b>Bowen </b>out of his mind?<b>” </b>someone muttered.
The attendees wondered, ‘Wasn’t he just handing the chairmanship to Bryan on a <b>silver </b>tter<b>?</b>‘
Everyone instinctively turned to look at Birgitte. Even though she didn’t hold many <b>shares</b><b>, </b>everyone knew that if Aubree was the chairperson of Bree Technology, then Birgitte <b>was </b>her most loyal and trusted aide.
Birgitte stood there with her arms crossed, not giving away the slightest hint of <b>her </b>opinion.
“Mr. Turner actually agreed to it,” someone whispered in disbelief.
“Of course,” Bowen replied as <b>he </b>wondered, ‘Why wouldn’t I <b>agree</b><b>?</b>‘
Bryan frowned deeply as he probed, “In that <b>case</b><b>,</b>Aubree’s shares should be counted under the Wilson family. There’s no objections, right?”
He gestured to someone nearby, signaling to wrap things up quickly.
“Well then, the results of this shareholders‘ meeting are in. The new director <b>is</b><b>…</b><b>” </b>
“Why the rush?” <b>Just </b>then, the door to the conference room swung open, and Vincent walked in.
“Mr. Sloan? Didn’t he <b>take </b>a <b>leave </b>of <b>absence</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>someone asked.
Ever since Aubree’s ident, aside from Bowen, the two most popr people in thepany were Vincent and Birgitte as they were Aubree’s most trusted aides<b>. </b>
Unlike Birgitte, Vincent had immediately taken a leave of absence<b>. </b>
His direct supervisor was Aubree, and with her gone<b>, </b>he just approved his own leave<b>. </b>
Bryan’s unease hit an all–time high. He stared almost desperately at the <b>space </b>behind Vincent, his eyes full of longing as he thought, ‘<b>Please</b>, let it
not be what I think.’
“It’s Ms. Miller!<b>” </b>someone shouted. Another sharp–eyed person had already spotted a figure in a wheelchair.
Aubree was sitting in the wheelchair, her hands resting casually on <b>her </bp as a bodyguard pushed her in.
Bowen quickly stepped forward, taking over from the bodyguard and pushing her to the head of the conference table. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Returned to the rightful owner?<b>” </b>
“I <b>was </b>thrown out in the first ce, “Aubree corrected him.
Bowen let out augh. Standing beside Aubree, he nced at Bryan’s stunned <b>face </b>with a smirk, “Mr. Wilson, you don’t really look like you want to <b>see </b>Bree right now.”
Did he really not want to see her<b>? </b>That was not quite true.
When Bryan saw Aubree sitting there safe and sound, his <b>first </b>reaction was that Bree Technology was now out of his reach. But right after that, he actually felt relieved <b>as </b>she was <b>at </b><b>least </b>okay.
“Would you really let <b>a </b>sure thing slip through your fingers?“Aubree shot Bowen a nce as shemented.
Bowen shrugged with one hand in his pocket and responded, “Well, that depends on who we’re talking about.”
“If I were in Mr. Wilson’s shoes right now, I’d be absolutely thrilled,” he added with <b>sarcasm </b>practically dripping from his voice, He might as well have had a neon sign shing, “Look at me, I’m totally sucking up.”
2:40 <b>PM </b>
The faces of the other shareholders were a mix of emotions. Those with guilty consciences looked downright terrified, already dreading what Aubree might do to them once this <b>was </b>all <b>over</b>.
“Howe nobody bothered to let me know about such an important meeting<b>?</b><b>” </b>Aubree rested her chin in her hand, ncing around at everyone in the room as she questioned.
Everyone looked guilty and kept their mouths shut. ‘Notify you? How the heck were we supposed to do that?‘ they collectively thought.
Almost everyone had just assumed that Aubree really had been in an ident, and that Bowen was just using it as an <b>excuse </b>to grab power and keep everyone in the dark.