Chapter 1184:
“You’re the ones who refused to invest in Yaroslav Technology in the first place. You were the loudest critics of Millie’s financial decisions, constantly claiming she had poor instincts. You even went so far as to say she’d ruin the Elliott family and drag the entire Elliott Group down with her if we also invested in the same project. But now, the moment her investment turns out to be gold, you’re lining up to snatch it from her. Sorry, Jose, life doesn’t work that way! Millie and I aren’t your pawns!”
The overhead lights seemed even harsher as Myron spoke, and every sentence he delivered hit hard enough to shut everyone up, almost like an official ruling dropping in a courtroom.
Jose’s face went from red to an ugly shade of green, his expression twisting like he’d just been punched in the gut.
No one said a word.
This was the first time in days Myron had actually lost his cool. Adriana glared coldly at the rest.
Anyone bold enough to challenge her and Myron again would quickly find themselves outmatched, wishing they had kept quiet.
Three agonizingly quiet minutes passed.
Not a single person broke the silence.
Even those who had been loudly supporting Jose before kept their mouths shut.
Myron looked around once more.
“Anything else?” He made it clear the meeting was over.
Silence answered him.
Myron rose from his seat, ready to walk out.
“Myron, you can insult me all you want, but I’m standing by this. Millie cannot keep those shares! If she wants to join the Elliott family, she has to hand them over!” Jose yelled as Myron turned to leave.
He flat-out refused to back down.
First, Millie had embarrassed him at Yaroslav Technology, and now Myron had publicly called him out in front of the entire board. He could barely stomach it!
𝖁𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖋𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖈𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 at 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
He held a senior position at Elliott Group, so why should Myron treat him like he was just another underling, scolding him in front of everyone?
Myron stopped short and turned, heading straight for Jose. They faced off, with Jose glaring stubbornly.
“I’m only stating the facts,” Jose muttered.
He was ready to fake being unwell and lean on his age and rank to intimidate Myron if the confrontation dragged on. But Myron’s lips curved into a cool smile, his gaze sharp and unreadable.
“If that’s how you want to play it, fine.”
Right on cue, Mack stepped forward and handed Myron a folder.
Myron raised the document, his tone cold.
“Millie said she doesn’t want this to get ugly and is willing to negotiate. Everything you’ve demanded is spelled out right here.”
He gave the folder a wave, adding, “You’d better hope Millie decides to be generous.”
With that, Myron tossed the folder onto the table for all to see. With a loud smack, the stack of papers scattered across the table as Myron strode out, his assistant trailing behind.
Adriana shot one last scoff at the group before making her exit. Everyone loyal to Myron followed, leaving only the opposition behind.
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