Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Most of the people who came today were small shareholders, and even with Uncle Harold's share, they only had one-fifth of Romero Group's shares.

It was enough to initiate a shareholder vote, but not enough to remove him from his position.

So, they wanted to convict him before the shareholder meeting to bring him down.

Heh.

Sebastian looked at Juan who was following behind the crowd: "Release the hotel's surveillance footage. At the same time, report it to the police, saying that someone is slandering Romero Group's president, and ask them to investigate who's behind this attempt to smear me."

Harold's face changed slightly, then returned to normal.

The online video was the original footage that the paparazzi had been waiting for, there was absolutely no way there could be a problem.

He didn't believe that the hotel's surveillance footage could show anything different!

But the result made him dumbfounded.

In the hotel's surveillance footage, Sofia helped Sebastian back to his room, then quickly came out. The next day, Sofia knocked on Sebastian's door to wake him up, and the two of them went downstairs together.

Harold's face turned as black as ink.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Can this surveillance video prove my innocence?"

Before the reports came out, Sebastian already knew that there might be problems, so he had already arranged for people to deal with it.

He didn't expect that one day it would be dug up.

His Uncle Harold, hadn't given up after all.

Harold's face turned cold: "Even so, you and this Sofia are too close. It will also tarnish the brand image of Romero Group."

Sebastian tapped on the table.

Juan then came forward with a document: "Here are some photos of some shareholders getting close to young women."

Sebastian took it, opened it, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Eighteenth-line models? Female college students? Little internet celebrities?"

He didn't say a name, but it was like naming them.

A group of shareholders in their forties and fifties blushed under his gaze, and they all changed their tune: "Rumors spread fast online, Mr. Romero should take care of it as soon as possible, we won't bother you anymore."

In an instant, everyone dispersed, leaving only two or three people with clean backgrounds behind.

"Regardless, it's wrong of you to have an affair with other women when you're married. Mr. Romero should take care of this as soon as possible."

After saying that, these three also left, leaving only Harold standing there.

Sebastian said lightly: "Uncle Harold, anything else?"

Harold snorted coldly and left.

When the room was quiet again, Sebastian rubbed his aching temples.

Juan said: "The old lady asked you to go home."

Sebastian hummed in response, picked up his clothes and quickly walked out.

In the Romero Family manor, there was an ancestral hall, where, as in the past, the ancestors of the Romero Family were enshrined.

When Sebastian arrived, Fernanda was kneeling on a cushion, her eyes closed in prayer.

"Grandma, your knees are bad, you'll get hurt if you kneel for too long."

Sebastian wanted to help Fernanda up.

Fernanda didn't move, and said faintly: "You kneel down."

Sebastian pursed his lips and knelt down beside her.

"When I met your grandfather, the whole Romero Family couldn't even afford enough to eat or wear. To make a living, your grandfather and I did all sorts of things."

"And then, later..."

Fernanda stopped there.

"Anyway, your grandfather risked his life countless times to build up Romero Group. He had a lot of illnesses and left early."

"Your father... your father was also a poor soul, and I supported you until you were an adult."

"Now, you've grown up. I thought I could rest assured and hand Romero Group over to you, hoping that you could carry on the legacy of Romero Group. When I die, I'll have the face to go see your grandfather."

"But now, look at what you're doing?"

"Do you want to see the Romero Family's decades of work come to ruin?"

Sebastian's face was tight, his lips almost pressed into a line.

"Think carefully about what you should do next."