<h4>Chapter 852: Chapter 852: You Have a Fever</h4>


    Sister-inw Chapman didn’t hesitate for a moment and reached out to touch Scarlett Yates’ forehead.


    The moment she touched it, she was shocked.


    Scarlett Yates’ forehead was as hot as burning coals, clearly indicating a high fever.


    "Miss Yates, you have a fever, how could it be nothing?"


    Just as Sister-inw Chapman finished speaking, Scarlett shivered and coughed a few times. Her face, already pale, became even paler.


    "Miss Yates, I’ll call the Young Master right away to have him arrange for a doctor to see you."


    "I’m really fine, no need to bother him over something so trivial." Scarlett, burning with fever, had lips that were dry and peeling. Sister-inw Chapman quickly brought her some hot water to moisten her mouth and took out a thick coat for her to wear.


    "Miss Yates, you’re having a high fever, how could it be something trivial? The Young Master repeatedly instructed us to take good care of you. Now that you’re sick, oh dear, if the Young Master finds out, won’t he me us for not taking good care of you?" Sister-inw Chapman spoke worriedly, furrowing her brows.


    "I’m really fine, just need a good sleep."


    Scarlett said, shivering as she spoke, asionally coughing...


    Seeing her in such a state, how could Sister-inw Chapman dy any further? Regardless of Scarlett’s objections, she immediately decided to notify Maxwell Saxon.


    Sister-inw Chapman called in a maid to watch over Scarlett in the room and had someone quickly brew a strong ginger soup, while she made a phone call to Maxwell Saxon.


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    Maxwell Saxon was in a meeting when he received the call from Sister-inw Chapman.


    A very important meeting.


    Considering that the President of Seymour, Matthew Saxon, had been missing for four days, someone needed to temporarily manage thepany’s affairs, and naturally, Maxwell Saxon was the most suitable candidate.


    More than half of the shareholders cast their approving votes for him, but there were still a few who refused to take a stance, saying they wanted to wait and see.


    What were they waiting for? Of course, for Matthew Saxon to return.


    These few were essentially Seymour’s senior figures with significant shares and substantial influence.


    For the moment, the proposal at the meeting reached a deadlock between two parties, neither able to persuade the other.


    "The Chairman didn’t mention anything about the director having the power to handle all the President’s affairs during his absence when he left. The President has only been gone for four days; there’s no urgent need to select an acting President yet."


    "If there’s truly major business, forming a shareholder meeting to handle it collectively would do. Is choosing an acting President now too premature?"


    "I agree, I don’t support this, let’s discuss itter."


    The three of Roy Saxon’s old subordinates were firm in their stance, unwilling topromise at all.


    The other supporting shareholders looked displeased and retorted, "Everyone else agreed, isn’t it too stubborn for just a few of you to disagree?"


    "The director is also the Chairman’s son, isn’t it reasonable for him to temporarily assume the President’s position? What are you opposing?"


    The two opposing factions argued on and on.


    After debating for a while without anyone convincing the other, they tossed the issue back to Maxwell Saxon, urging him to immediately express his position.


    ording to the customary voting procedure, even though Maxwell Saxon had more supporters, the shares held by the three veteran shareholders were equal to those held by the other eight.