In the vast conference room, tension hung heavy in the air.
Every member of the board wore a complex and astonished expression.
At this moment, the drama of palace intrigue and rebellion was unfolding inevitably.
"Mr. Tate, what is the meaning of this?" Grace's gaze remained calm as she stared steadily at Charles.
Charles sat at the head of the conference table, his eyes deep and a curve playing at his lips.
"Miss Bert, I am only thinking for the sake of the company, for the greater good of the company, not for personal gain."
"Now, within the group, there is internal unrest, and external threats abound. Partnerships have fractured, and the Oscar family, a century-old giant, is watching closely. All of this... is it not due to your, Miss Bert, youthful misjudgment and indecision?"
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