Nevertheless, Boswell didn't give him a chance to answer. Raising the document in his hand, he raised his voice and said, “Didn't you want to hear the content of this document? I'll read it to you now."

"What?" The people in the meeting room looked at each other in shock.

Despite being a group of executives in their fifties, they learned to accept the leadership of a man in his early thirties. After all,

Matthew had not only proved himself to be powerful but extremely capable of doing his job. But this? What was this? A ridiculous joke?

How could they ever acknowledge a meeting led by a child?

One of the shareholders of the company stood up and kindly urged,

"Young Master, please don't make fun of this kind of matter..."

Someone else immediately echoed, "Yes, Young Master, how about you contact your father as a way to help us?" How could a little boy know the words on the document?

There was a hint of coldness in Boswell's eyes. Since he was only a three-year-old boy, he wasn't as intimidating as Carlos and Matthew were, but he wasn't to be underestimated either.

Regardless of anyone's approval of him, Boswell took his father's seat and stated rightfully, "My father wrote this document. I'll just read it out loud. Is there anything wrong with that?"

A dead silence followed the boy's speech. Paige then said calmly,

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe Matthew the Third is right. The content was written by Matthew, who had to attend something urgent and can't be with us at the moment. But Matthew the Third will only be announcing his father's words. Besides, as Matthew's biological son, he's allowed to represent his father. As long as Young Master can take it seriously, why can't we give him a chance?"

“Well...”

Immediately, a lot of discussion started to take place in the meeting room, but Boswell soon thumped his little hand on the table to stop it altogether.

“It's just a document. Why are you making a fuss about it? Weren't you all anxious about what we'll be working next? Whoever objects my reading, stand up now, and be responsible for the Loss the company will suffer after this announcement is delayed."

The meeting room was quiet again. ‘Who could afford this kind of loss?‘

Even if Matthew stood there today, he wouldn't dare to say he would take responsibility for it.

Someone in the crowd quickly changed his tune.

"Yeah, you're right. The next step is more important. Go ahead, Young Master!"

“True. I think we need to get the big picture! It's just a file. Why can't Matthew's son tell us what's in it?"

Everyone shut up, even the haters. They'd given him a task, so they decided to Listen.

Boswell opened the sealed document, skimmed the contents, and then read it out loud.

"Senior executives and shareholders, to ensure cooperation with Strange Island Enterprise, the next phase is to purchase its strongest competitor, Forever Poet Co., Ltd.”

That part of the meeting only took five minutes. Everyone held their tongues during that time. Only the child-like voice of Boswell could be heard, announcing major decisions that affected more than a dozen companies.

After the announcements, the once quiet meeting room was in an uproar.