Chapter 313:
The show mattered. But it wasn’t the core issue. The bigger win was Serena’s future potential. Brand deals, ambassador roles—that was the long game. If Serena got cancelled, all of Charles’ work would go up in flames. And that was their real endgame.
So, of course, these two brothers were seizing this moment to corner Charles, throwing around sly remarks and whispering offers behind closed doors. All of it designed to make him lose ground. Napier, meanwhile, stayed on the sidelines.
He didn’t care about the mess. His plan from the beginning had always been to let them fight it out. If it got ugly, well—that was their problem.
Once everyone had arrived, Charles straightened his jacket and walked into the meeting room, ready to speak.
The room was packed with investors and executives from all corners. Most of them had ties to his brothers. Even though Millie had won Napier over last time, Charles knew that wasn’t enough. He still had work to do to win the others.
“Mr. Evans,” someone said sharply as soon as Charles stepped in. “We called you several times last night. No reply. Today, we need an answer.”
“Exactly. This project doesn’t belong to you alone. If it fails, we all lose. And that’s not something you can just ignore.”
“I messaged you already. There’s a simple solution—remove Serena. Clean cut. Plenty of shows have done it.”
“Right. Replace the problematic figure and the rest goes forward. It’s standard. And we’ve dropped A-listers before. This isn’t personal—simply damage control.”
Charles clenched his jaw, frustrated.
The suggestions weren’t new. They were standard, yes—but not all of them came from a place of reason. Some were just eager to watch him fall. He was fully aware of that.
If not for Millie’s plan, he would’ve been eaten alive in this room.
Charles cleared his throat, preparing to speak. But before he could get a word out, a sharp tap echoed through the room.
Jayceon leaned forward. “Alright, everyone, give me a minute.” He tucked his phone into his pocket and stood.
The Elliott family was one of Crobert’s big three names, and unlike the fractured Evans family, the Elliotts had unity on their side. No one interrupted, and all eyes just stared at Jayceon.
“I’m here to speak on behalf of the Elliott family,” he said. “About Serena’s situation.”
Every head turned, eyes shifting to Charles.
Everyone knew the Elliott Group had signed on as sponsors just two days ago. And now, this? They would definitely want to understand what was going on.
If Jayceon turned against Charles right here, it would be the final blow. With the full table of investors watching, that kind of public disapproval would sink everything.
Everyone watched Charles with eager anticipation.
Charles’ brothers looked thrilled. They leaned back in their seats, smug and certain.
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