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Chapter 293:
Though the other board members remained silent, their gazes burned with resentment and fury as they turned to Ricky, their eyes speaking volumes where words fell short.
Ignoring the chaos around him, Ricky hurriedly glanced at the document in his hands. The project list sent a jolt through him, his face betraying a flicker of panic. Yet, as soon as he set the document down, his cool composure slid back into place.
“Losing projects is just part of the business game,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “Just for this, you want to remove me from my position as the company’s CEO? That’s unreasonable p>
Ricky was convinced Amelia had nothing more than this list, no real dirt to pin on him, so he stood his ground, unshaken. Granville, Collin, and the other seasoned executives exchanged knowing glances. One peek at the report was enough to raise red flags—something was definitely off about the projects. Ricky’s words only fanned the flames of their anger, their eyes narrowing in disapproval.
But Ricky barely noticed their glares; his focus was locked on Amelia.
“Do you really think I’m bluffing here p>
Amelia’s voice carried a quiet confidence that sparked a flicker of doubt in Ricky’s eyes. Could she actually have something on him?
𝘍𝗼𝘭lo𝗐 u𝗌 𝗼𝘯
No way. Those dealings were buried deep—impossible to unearth, unless…
A sudden realization hit Ricky, his eyes widening as he stared at Amelia. At that moment, she reached into her bag and pulled out the files Laura had given her.
“As the CEO of the Flynn Group, you’ve been playing a dangerous game—setting up a shadow company and siphoning off our projects for your own gain. Do you take the shareholders for fools?” Amelia’s voice cut through the room like a blade.
The meeting room fell into stunned silence, broken only by sharp gasps from the shareholders.
Ricky’s allies, still clinging to his defense, weren’t ready to back down. “Mrs. Stewart, you can’t just throw around accusations without proof. Slandering Mr. Flynn like that could land you in hot water,” one of them said.
“Oh, I have proof,” Amelia countered, her tone steady as she held up the files. “It’s all right here p>
She was ready to lay the evidence bare. In a flash, Ricky lunged toward her, desperation driving his move. But Amelia, anticipating his rash action, sidestepped gracefully, leaving him to crash into the table and smack his head against a nearby chair.
“Why so jumpy, Mr. Flynn? Trying to destroy the evidence?” Dalia sprang to her feet, positioning herself protectively in front of Amelia.
The gesture warmed Amelia’s heart. With a gentle pat on Dalia’s hand, she signaled she was fine, then shook her head and placed the files on the table for all to see. Ricky made another frantic grab for them, but Bryce and Granville were quicker, each seizing one of his arms and holding him back.