The people saying these things were all entrepreneurs who''d bought shares in the Frazier Group. Debra had long known what they were. They were sexists who''d never let a woman hold real power.


    "You guys don''t seem to hold that many shares yourselves, do you?" Debra leaned back in her chair. "Anyone else want me to step down? Or got a problem with me? Just spit it out."


    The room went quiet. If this election could''ve been neutral, they''d have rather sat it out. But that wasn''t an option.


    "If no one''s got anything to say, let''s vote," Debra saidzily. "Let''s see how many of you want me gone."


    "Think carefully before you open your mouth. It''ll save us trouble," Marion chimed in.


    The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room. The air tensed instantly.


    Marion wasn''t big on brain games. He preferred action. If these people hadn''t contributed to thepany, he''d have brought in his people instead of listening to their nonsense.


    "Are you threatening us?" Jason said. "This election''s supposed to be fair. I don''t wanna use force, but for everyone''s safety, I took some precautions. Your people outside are under our control now, so don''t even try anything reckless."


    Jason toyed with a bloody family crest. Debra recognized it as Drake''s.


    It meant the Illuminati had taken him. Debra nearly lost it.


    Just then, a shareholder spoke up. "I vote for Mrs. Houston. She''s the one who got us here. Without her, we wouldn''t have Michael, the big-shot actor. His betrayal reveals his ungrateful nature. He''s unfit to run thepany."


    Two other shareholders raised their hands for her too. But the corporate shareholders weren''t about to let her keep the seat. They threw their votes to Michael.


    The situation got tense. All eyesnded on one guy—a former shareholder of the Frazier Group.


    Debra trusted her family''s loyalty. In fact, she had done the math on the way here. If they all stuck with her, she''d hold the position.<fneb0b> For original chapters go to FιndNovel</fneb0b>


    But Kraig Bridges nced at Debra, hesitating. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.


    Some other shareholders spoke up to urge him.


    "What''s wrong? We''ve been with the Frazier family for years. What''s there to think about?"


    "We agreed on this. Don''t flip now."


    Kraig shot up and bowed deep. "Mrs. Houston, I''m sorry."