Kallum narrowed his eyes and grinned savagely. “Hmph. Don’t think you can intimidate us! Resign? So be it-let’s see how you can run the company by yourself!” “Yeah! We’re coming with you, Kallum!”
“Let’s see how she’d do without us!”
“You’d be begging on your knees!”
All the board members rose to their feet, led by the senior members.
Only the scrawny Owen Briggs remained in his seat.
He wanted to stand too, but he was afraid since he noticed Helen’s sharp glare.
After all, his accounting department was in a precarious position, as they were in charge of all the financial data and ledgers for the company.
And since Owen had been cleaning up the other board members’ mess endlessly, he was as good as dead if Helen really started asking questions.
However, that was not the case for the other board members.
After all, they were dead sure that Helen would cave and beg them to stop-if the rest of the board went on strike, the company operations would stall, even go bankrupt. That was why they had nothing to fear, even deliberately walking slowly.
“Wait!”
Just as the board members were about to leave the room, Helen stopped them just as they expected.
“Oh… Honestly, why bother with posturing at all?”
“Exactly. We’re all here to make money-why so serious?”
“As long as you apologize, we can pretend nothing happened. You’ll be the chairwoman, we’ll take what we are entitled to, and we’ll stay out of each other’s way.” “That’s right-we might even give you a cut, how about that?”
Seeing that they were absolutely despicable, Helen was finally furious.
She remained impassive as the board members returned to their seats, and she suddenly slammed her palm on the table with a loud bang.
They were all left stunned, unsure of what she was up to.
Helen looked coolly at their shocked faces, including Kallum’s. “Did you all think that you could get off scot-free after what you’ve done? That wouldn’t press the issue?” S
Picking up one of the document. folders, she said, “Mr. King, I wasz informed that you’re keeping multiple mistresses and footing the bill for their lifestyles with company money. Or is that not true?
In the folder was photos of Mr. King’s three mistresses and the bills they racked up amounting to forty million dollars.
Though he had been insulting Helen endlessly earlier, Mr. King was stiffened right then, his legs trembling and his face turning pale as he read the evidence against him. Helen had just come-how could she have known about such secrets?
Did someone rat him out?!
He promptly glared viciously at Owen-he was the only one who knew!
“Mr. Zork.”
At the same time, Helen pushed another folder to a pudgy
middle-aged board member, asking coolly, “Your business trip to Southdam last month was actually a trip to the casino, wasn’t it? Losing twenty million dollars of the company’s money… You were staying in Room 905 and called two pretty masseuses to your room at 2 AM, paying them five grand each.”
