Chapter 157
Inside the conference room, Kingsley sat at the head of the table, the lines of his profile cold and severe. The atmospheric pressure around him was so low that no one could guess his mood.
The director had just distributed the planning proposal. Kingsley flipped through two pages casually, then looked up and spoke indifferently. “This proposal gives off the feeling of putting lipstick on a pig. Do you understand p>
The director’s back stiffened, and he nodded frantically. “Understood! We will revise it immediately p>
“Two days. Can you produce a new plan?” Kingsley’s gaze rested on him, devoid of warmth.
“Yes! Definitely!” The director’s voice tightened.
Kingsley retracted his gaze and turned to the general manager. “The design blueprints provided by The Holt Group had flaws. Fortunately, no accident occurred, but the schedule will definitely be affected. Make The Holt Group bear this loss in full p>
The general manager immediately stood up to report. “Mr. Sherwood, The Holt Group has already responded. They accept all losses, and they will rush out new blueprints within two days to try not to delay the schedule p>
Kingsley tapped his finger lightly on the table, his tone unrelenting. “Keep a close eye on this project. The Federal Committee is watching strictly p>
“Rest assured!” the general manager promised quickly. “I will watch it personally. There won’t be any more mistakes p>
“I don’t want promises,” Kingsley interrupted, his eyes sharp as knives. “I only look at results p>
The general manager swallowed hard and bowed his head. “Yes, I understand p>
The meeting had just adjourned. Kingsley stepped into his office, and Xavier followed closely.
“Mr. Sherwood, the Old Madam called twice asking you to return her call after the meeting p>
Kingsley glanced at his phone screen; two missed calls were indeed listed. He didn’t speak, simply nodding slightly.
Xavier took a step forward and handed him a tablet. “Also, the headline news back home. Please take a look p>
Although the photo on the screen was pixelated, anyone who knew him would recognize it was him at a glance.
Kingsley took the tablet, tapped the screen lightly, and spoke calmly. “They really kicked a steel plate this time p>
Xavier stood to the side, secretly thinking: If this had been posted without the mosaic the stocks both Sherwood Group and Cosmoscope Group would be trembling p>
“Shane has already suppressed the headline,” he quickly reported regarding the follow-up.
A hint of a smile flashed across Kingsley’s face, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. He merely dropped a faint sentence: “Understood. Get out p>
Xavier acknowledged and quietly backed out of the office, leaving the silence to the man contemplating alone behind the desk.
A moment later, Kingsley picked up his phone and dialed back.
The phone rang three times before Old Mrs. Sherwood’s steady but angry voice came through the receiver.
“Mr. Kingsley, you’ve really outdone
yourself. Hitting people makes
headlines now? Are you tired of
sitting securely in the Sherwo
in the Sherwood
Group president’s chair and want a
change of scenery p>
“Nothing of the sort. Purely an accident,” Kingsley’s tone softened, losing the
coldness he had shown in the conference room.
“Leaving aside who posted the video-” Old Mrs. Sherwood clearly didn’t buy his act, her questioning growing heavier. “Tell me, why did you fight? Do you really think you’re untouchable and no one can control you? Kingsley, remember clearly: your every word and action is tied to the Sherwood Group and Cosmoscope Group! If that hadn’t been blurred, have you thought about how much the stocks of both families would have plummeted p>
“It was my oversight. It won’t happen again,” Kingsley’s voice lowered.
Making headlines was indeed unexpected.
Old Mrs. Sherwood changed the subject. “Where are you now p>
Kingsley walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the Swiss street scene covered in flying snow, and responded faintly.