Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 939

This caused a ripple effect!

Some of the shareholders offered a few commonplace remarks in hopes that others might come up with more valuable opinions, whereas others created difficulties for Grayson.

Grayson knew that the shares held by this group of people were extremely meager, coupled with President Ares' suppression for so many years, their presence in Grand Asia was close to nil. Now that President Ares had unfortunately passed away, and the new president had yet to display her prowess, they were seizing this opportunity to vent out the bottled-up grievances in their hearts. Grayson fell silent.

He did not want to fall out with the shareholders now that Grand Asia was in trouble because this would greatly reduce Grand Asia's public influence.

However, the more Grayson remained silent, the more the shareholders saw him as an easy target. Now that no one was there to back Grayson up anymore, he seemed to have lost the arrogance he once had.

"Grayson, you need to hurry up and think of a solution for everyone." "That's right. If Grand Asia's current leadership team

isn't capable, should we make a decision on whether they should be replaced?"

Grayson's falcon-like pupils flashed a cold gleam. He sneered, "The total of your shares will add up to a meager ten percent only. Hehe, what right do you have to make a decision like that for Grand Asia?"

"I heard that the new president is suffering from a severe case of mental illness. She's not equipped with the ability to execute the company's decision-making. If that's the case, we have no choice but to make decisions for her, right?"

Grayson's head hurt. He massaged the area between his brows.

The shareholders' intimidation intensified. "Although we don't own a lot of shares, that's still our hard-earned money, Grayson. We won't agree to hand over Grand Asia to a mentally ill patient as our money will only be flushed down the drain in the end."

"Instead of waiting until the day Grand Asia falls apart, why don't we sell it off while it's still at its peak? We can still get a significant amount of money from it at least." "That's right!"

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes to Grayson, eagerly waiting for him to give them an answer.

Grayson had come up with a countermeasure, but he did not want to decide for himself without discussing it with the president first.

This was his way of showing respect for the new president.

Just as Grayson was under heavy pressure, the office door opened all of a sudden and Zayne walked in.

All the shareholders looked at Zayne in confusion.

"We're in a meeting. You should leave if you have nothing to do here," one of the shareholders said curtly.

Grayson looked doubtful. Zayne was someone who would not let Ms. Severe out of his sight. If Zayne was in the office, did that mean that Ms. Severe was here too?

He shook his head and dismissed his thoughts, thinking that it was not possible.

Besides, Ms. Severe was suffering from a severe case of mental disorder, was she not?

Zayne wore a smile on his face, saying, "I'm the new president's personal assistant. Do you think I'm an irrelevant person?"

"Hehe, how absurd. The new president can't take up her post and sent her personal assistant to take over instead. Now this is new."

Before the shareholders were done mocking, an icy female voice sounded.

"Who said I can't take up my post?"

Grayson felt a mixture of surprise and joy when he heard this familiar voice.

As soon as those words were said, Angelina was seen walking in with an overbearing aura. She had on stilettos and a crimson suit. She had shoulder-length hair and was wearing diamond earrings and necklace. Her makeup made her appear cold.

Everyone in the office was dumbfounded.

The former president was a walking refrigerator, freezing them into ice wherever he went.

To their surprise, the new president was much colder than the former.