<h4>Chapter 853: Chapter 853: Is She Throwing a Tantrum at Him?</h4>
Right now, it’s a stalemate.
The people below were arguing fiercely. Despite this, Maxwell Saxon maintained a calm demeanor, took a sip of coffee from the table, and was about to speak when his phone vibrated.
He pulled out his phone, intending to hang up, but upon seeing the disyed number, he frowned slightly, looked up to apologize to the others, and then took the phone outside.
Once out of the meeting room, he immediately answered the call.
"Young Master, Miss Yates is ill, running a high fever. Please call a doctor immediately," Sister-inw Chapman said, her voiceced with anxiety and worry.
Maxwell Saxon’s expression changed slightly: "She’s sick?"
"Yes, she seemed fine at noon, but suddenly developed a high fever and her face is pale from coughing."
"I understand. Make sure she’s well taken care of. I’ll send a doctor over right away."
Maxwell ended the call and immediately called for a doctor to go there at once.
A cold and fever aren’t anything major; a few shots and some medication should do the trick.
However, Maxwell still couldn’tpletely ease his mind.
Even after sending a doctor, he couldn’t stop worrying about it, making him somewhat distracted upon returning to the meeting room.
Uncle Thompson noticed something was off about him.
It was easy to guess where that call came from.
It’s always been said that a beautiful woman is a source of trouble, and apparently, it’s perfectly true.
Even a man as clear-headed and self-disciplined as the Young Master could find himself utterly captivated by a woman.
To think, during such an important meeting, he could be distracted by a woman.
The more Uncle Thompson thought about it, the more he felt that Scarlett Yates had to be removed; she would be a huge problem sooner orter.
The Young Master was meant for great things and if he got entangled in romance, his willpower would only grow weaker.
He needed to find some way to send her away, to a ce where the Young Master wouldn’t be able to find her.
The meeting continued, and half an hourter, Sister-inw Chapman called again.
"Young Master, Miss Yates is having a fit and is very upset. Her fever has reached forty degrees, and she insists on not seeing the doctor. She refused even a sip of the ginger tea we made and even knocked it over."
"Young Master, what on earth should we do? Miss Yates won’t allow the doctor in, and no one dares enter her room."
"But her fever is getting worse, and I’m really afraid things will be more serious if this drags on."
After hanging up, Maxwell tightens his brow.
A high fever of forty degrees, yet she refuses to see the doctor. Is she throwing a fit at him?
She’s protesting against being kept there.
Her temperament is stubborn; once she makes up her mind, no amount of persuasion will work.
When Maxwell returned to the meeting room after the second call, Uncle Thompson’s frown deepened.
Maxwell walked to the conference table, nced around, and then pulled his gaze back, pausing briefly before cing his hands on the table with an apologetic expression: "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize. I have something very urgent and important that I must deal with immediately, so today’s meeting will have to adjourn temporarily."
After saying this, he turned to Uncle Thompson: "Uncle Thompson, I need to leave for a while. Please handle any matters on my behalf during this time."
After exining, he hurriedly left.
The meeting was adjourned earlier than scheduled, leaving some pleased and others resentful.
Some of Roy Saxon’s seasoned subordinates quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while some other shareholdersined that Maxwell Saxon was not taking the shareholders’ meeting seriously, as he left abruptly.
Uncle Thompson had to maintain a smiling face, apologizing profusely, and only after much persuasion did he manage to alleviate their grievances.