The room of the board meeting was large, and everyone heard the mocking voice.
Other directors chuckled, the scorn evident.
Xin Zaozao bit her lip tightly.
Among the seated directors, save for Mu Cidian, all were middle-aged men over forty, each of them displaying expressions of extreme disdain, as if they were watching a joke unfold before them.
"Let's not waste everyone's time. Miss Xin, why don't you go back to your heiress lifestyle? We will conduct an election for the chair of the board, and you can just wait at home to receive your dividends. Stop causing a fuss!" another director spoke up.
"We are all busy. To hold up everyone's time for a trivial matter like this, it's simply ridiculous. Secretary Yan, you've been with the group for many years, and you should know better. I think calling this board meeting for something like this is inappropriate."
"Definitely," the others agreed.
"Let's call it a day."
