Natalie''s breezy tone made Joanna and Maxwell Griffith tremble with rage.
Maxwell Griffith sneered, "Natalie, even if thepany is yours, you''re just a housewife who didn''t even graduate from high school. Which of the Griffith Group''s executives would ever agree to let you run thepany? Forget senior
management; the shareholders will never go along with this."
He stared intently at Natalie, his eyes bloodshot, hiding a murderous rage.
Natalie remained calm andposed as she looked at him. "You don''t need to worry about that, Mr. Griffith. I can''t stop those who want to leave, and I won''t mistreat those who wish to stay."
"As for the shareholders you mentioned, it''s simple. They can go if they want, or they can stay. Like I said, I can''t hold on to those who want to leave. I can''t exactly tie them down with a rope, can I?"
The hands at Maxwell Griffith''s sides clenched into tight fists. "Natalie, as long as I''m here, you can forget about sitting in the president''s chair."
She wasn''t worthy!
He never dreamed it would end like this.
That Mr. Griffith Sr. would make such a decision!
Was he prepared for this all along, or was he just certain Sebastian would never cheat with Joanna? Whatever the reason, all his efforts had been for nothing.
Natalie knew he was furious. "Fine. Come with me to the conference room. But you''ll likely be the one who ends up humiliated. It was your own infidelity and breach of the agreement that got you kicked out of the Griffith Group."
"Let''s go. You cane to the conference room, but Joanna can''t. She''s not an employee of thispany."
Joanna started, "I..."
"Joanna, you stay here and wait for Mr. Wilson," Maxwell instructed.
Joanna understood what he meant. "Okay."
Natalie narrowed her eyes. They had met with Mr. Wilsonst night; did they think she wouldn''t be prepared?
Mr. Wilson had spent all night attempting a hostile takeover through private acquisitions, but it was an exercise in futility.
Even if she had to break thepany apart today, she would hold on to it.
*Joanna, now it''s my turn.*
"Since Mr. Wilson is here too, Joanna, you shoulde in. It''s no fun if the main attraction is missing."
Joanna stared at Natalie''s smiling face. She was cool andposed, apletely different person from the Natalie she knew.
Even from the confines of her
wheelchair, Natalie radiated a lethal
poise that sent a shiver through.
of
Joanga. She carried an aura of
absolute authority, as cold and
unyielding as a winter frost.
Her smile was faint and seemingly friendly, yet it filled Joanna with a sense of dread.
It was as if victory was already in her hands.
The strength and charisma of a powerful businesswoman were perfectly embodied in her.
A bad feeling began to stir in Joanna''s heart, but the arrival of Mr. Wilson, who had always been influential, gave her a boost of confidence.
The group headed to the conference room.
Joanna nced worriedly at Maxwell Griffith.
Maxwell gave her a reassuring smile.
But the unease in Joanna''s heart only grew, amplifying with each step.
They made their way to the offices.
It was Natalie''s first time in the Griffith Group''s offices.
But she knew they were on the top floor.
Joanna, without thinking, moved to the front to lead the way.
Brian Foster was waiting at the door of the conference room. He ignored Maxwell Griffith and looked directly. at Natalie. "Ms. Sanders, you''re here."
“Brian Foster, are you blind? Can''t you see me?" Maxwell snapped, having long
since memorized the names of everyone close to Sebastian.
de but
Brian Foster was still young, about Sebastian''s age, and had been with him for years. He smiled and said, "Mr. Griffith, I know who you are, t Ms. Sanders is in charge of the Griffith Group now take my sry
from her, so I work for her
Maxwell red at him sullenly. It felt like everything was supposed to be under his
control, but it had all slipped through his fingers.