Olivia Jenkins's almond-shaped eyes gleamed with sharpness, "There's no need to flatter me. It was you who once said that I lacked virtue and capability, struggled with heavy responsibilities, and should appropriately yield my place."
The shareholders who had spoken those words all lowered their heads in shame, unable to meet her gaze.
At that time, when the news of her divorce had spread, and this damn girl had to repay Daniel Marshall two billion, creating tons of negative publicity, Jenkins Group was nearly brought down by her, so they couldn't help but make those spiteful comments.
Back then, who knew this damn girl was going to fight a battle for redemption and win so splendidly?
Now, this damn girl holds 9% of the Marshall Corporation's shares; whose words, if not hers, could they listen to?
It was precisely because of this damn girl that the future of Jenkins Group looked promising. It could even achieve more splendid success; only a fool would shoot himself in the foot.
