Chapter 893:
Although most of them respected Terrance, their loyalty wavered at the mention of potential financial loss. For a project of this scale, the idea of their own investments being placed in jeopardy made many uneasy.
Rylie’s tone grew more earnest as she continued.
“Detour Inc. represents not only my parents’ legacy, but also the dedication and effort of everyone in this room. I may lack experience, but I will not gamble my parents’ life’s work—or this company’s future—on decisions made without a full understanding of the risks. My objection today isn’t about authority. It’s about preventing a crisis that could destroy everything Detour Inc. stands for.”
Her reasoning was sound, delivered with quiet conviction. When she spoke of financial strain and risk, even the most cautious investors found it hard to disagree.
Around the table, several executives exchanged looks. Some nodded faintly, while others fell into uneasy silence.
Terrance’s expression darkened. He had never imagined that Rylie would not only intrude on the meeting but also challenge his plans so directly, shaking the confidence of those who had once stood firmly by his side.
“Enough!” Terrance slammed his palm against the table, his voice low and restrained with fury.
“Rylie, I’ve indulged your defiance long enough. You claim to act for the company’s good, yet behind closed doors you’ve been conspiring with the Kirk family to seize those two plots. Do you think I’m blind to your schemes? Your so-called advice to withdraw is nothing more than a ploy to let the Kirks acquire the land under your guidance.”
His accusation sent a ripple of doubt through the conference room, whispers rising among the executives.
Rylie’s eyes widened slightly. Her expression remained composed, though touched with disbelief, as she replied with measured innocence.
“Uncle Terrance, how could you say that? I merely shared a meal with my former foster parents. How does that amount to conspiracy? Every word I’ve spoken today has been out of concern for Detour Inc.”
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A shareholder spoke up.
“Whatever Miss Owen’s personal connections may be, her reasoning holds merit. If investing in those two plots carries such uncertainty, the company’s liquidity could indeed be placed under severe strain.”
Terrance swept his gaze across the table, his tone dripping with derision.
“Do you think I don’t understand that? The Havenridge Group is also planning to acquire those very same plots.”
“If they deem the plots valuable, then there’s nothing to fear. Havenridge doesn’t make poor judgments.”
At the mention of the Havenridge Group, Rylie faltered for just a brief moment, though her outward composure never wavered.
Inwardly, she had anticipated this outcome all along. It came as no surprise that they were stepping straight into the snare she had already foreseen.
The moment the name Havenridge Group surfaced, tension rippled through Detour Inc.’s boardroom. One executive blurted out,
“Havenridge Group never meddles in local competition. Why the sudden move? They already gave Crolens that ten-billion-dollar order that boosted the city’s GDP, and now they’re stepping into the Echo Valley bidding war?”
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