Chapter 1435:
Derek said nothing and simply watched them quietly.
“Mr. Watson, so who will take over as the new CEO? Brandon is gone and facing possible legal issues, and with your health…”
“Yes, the company can’t be left leaderless.”
“We should appoint an acting CEO. I think Gunter Wallace is a good choice.”
Fear and concern filled the room at first, but soon enough, everyone began pushing forward the names from their own little groups.
Babette burned with anger, but she didn’t dare speak. One of those candidates they named was her father. She could only turn to Derek, praying he would settle things.
After a long, heavy silence, Derek cleared his throat. “Brandon will return someday. But for now, my son will lead.”
“Your son?” the room echoed in shock.
Footsteps sounded, and the conference room door opened. A middle-aged man walked in, hair neatly styled and dressed in a sharp suit. He stood beside Derek, bowed slightly to the old man, then looked around the room.
“I apologize on behalf of my son,” he said. “I’ll be staying in the country for a while. Bring all matters to me.”
Relief washed over Babette the moment she saw the newcomer. This was Simon Watson, Brandon’s father, who had been managing operations abroad for years. Now that he was back, the chaos would finally settle.
News of Simon’s return spread quickly, and Watson Group’s stock prices steadied.
At the Evans home, the three brothers were eating with Napier. Charles rushed through his meal, eager to visit Millie. Her friends checked on her every day, worried sick about her condition.
Seeing Charles’ impatience, Oakley sneered, “Can’t even sit through one meal with Grandpa?”
𝙍𝙖𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Already irritated, Charles snapped at the taunt. “What’s your problem, Oakley?”
Oakley lifted a shoulder. “Just saying someone’s going to hit a dead end soon.”
“Say it clearly,” Charles shot back.
Oakley turned to Napier with a smirk. “Grandpa, I’ve always said leaning on outsiders doesn’t last. Look at Charles. Millie’s situation is shaky, and he might suffer for it too. You should take back the resources you gave him.”
Napier stayed quiet, eyes settling on Charles, who shot to his feet.
“Oakley, my life has nothing to do with you! Who I rely on has nothing to do with you either!” His voice shook with anger. “And Millie is still fighting. She’s not dead!”
His eyes burned red.
Charles glared at Oakley’s smug face. He knew he needed to do something about it.
He turned to Napier. “Grandpa, I’m done eating. I’m heading out.”
Worried Napier might get the wrong idea, Charles added quickly, “I’m going to see Millie.”
Napier sighed and waved him on. “Go.”
As Charles walked past Oakley, he kicked Oakley’s chair, sending him crashing forward.
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