Chapter 662
“But half an hour ago, they jointly proposed a re-election for the chairmanship.
They said that since the Sterlings are suspected of illegal activities and internal corruption, we no longer deserve to sit in that seat p>
Everyone’s eyes were dead-locked on Jarred, who sat at the head of the table.
Aside from Jarred himself, no one knew the true situation regarding Helena and his grandmother.
Everyone present had been swayed by the news, forcing him to give them an explanation.
But Jarred’s expression remained indifferent; he clearly had no desire to say more.
The heavy, oppressive atmosphere spread around him, suffocating the entire conference room.
This uncooperative attitude left the crowd completely clueless about his bottom line.
The group looked at each other and finally came to a conclusion.
He had no solution and couldn’t solve the current problems, so he was stalling for time.
“Jarred! If you don’t show a stance, how are we supposed to pacify the people below us p>
“If you can’t stabilize the situation, then we have no choice but to elect a new leader to take over all corporate affairs p>
The most senior shareholder among them scoffed coldly, his tone mocking.
“Before my grandfather fell into a coma, I was the one reporting company matters to him. It seems I am the only one who can take on this heavy responsibility p>
Saying that, he turned to the assistant in the corner. “Call Ms. Sloan and tell her she can start the handover process p>
The assistant nodded and turned to make the call.
“Hold on p>
Just then, a cold voice sliced through the commotion.
Jarred raised his eyes. His dark eyes were calm, but they carried an overwhelming, oppressive weight that crushed the entire room as he parted his lips.
“Only trash runs around in a panic when they encounter trouble p>
The board members froze, the urgency on their faces instantly stiffening.
A few seconds later, someone questioned him defensively.
“Does that mean you can solve it? Are you going to give up your current position p>
“What method do you have? You have to give us a plan. How can you stabilize thë märket and pacify the media with just one sentence p>
The crowd’s eyes were full of mockery. What method could someone who wasn’t even in business possibly have?
He was just stalling at a dead end, completely unable to produce any viable solution.
Jarred lowered his eyes, his gaze lightly sweeping over the varying expressions of the crowd as a sneer curled on his lips.
“If anyone sitting here was worth entrusting, the management rights wouldn’t have fallen into Sienna’s hands in the first place p>
That single sentence instantly rendered the entire room dead silent.
The shareholders’ faces turned blue and white, completely humiliated. No one dared to open their mouths to argue back.
This group of people was trying to: take advantage of a crisis, and being publicly stripped of their hypocritical masks by Jarred left them utter enabarrassed and speechless
Jarred couldn’t be bothered to look at them for another second. He turned his head to Declan who was standing by his side, and ordered in a hard, cold voice.
“Contact the media and prepare a press conference. I will host it myself p>
The moment those words were spoken, the entire room changed color. Everyone was completely stunned, their faces full of disbelief.
This was the darkest hour for the Sterlings, with scandals sweeping the entire city.
Everyone thought the Sterlings would definitely keep their mouths shut, downplay the storm, and avoid risks to the maximum extent.
No one expected that Jarred wouldn’t hide, but instead would actively face all the cameras.
A raging storm instantly surged in everyone’s hearts.
What exactly was he trying to do?
He didn’t wait for the crowd to ask.
Jarred had no desire to waste his breath anymore, ignoring the dumbfounded and shocked faces filling the room.
He turned, stepped out, and walked straight out of the conference room.
He left a group of shareholders frozen in place, standing there like wooden statues.