"Mr. Chester, clearly most of the shareholders are siding with the Chairman. What should we do?" Mr. Gomez was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
In the Financial Group, the only one who wasn't primarily motivated by interest was Grace Yakov.
But, as everyone knew, the Yakov Family had stopped attending the board of directors meetings ten years ago.
Grace Yakov had already made an exception once before, but now she wasn't even in Saba City, not to mention that even she might not be able to persuade the other shareholders with her distant help.
"We haven't reached the last moment yet. What's the panic?" Chester Yale's brows lifted indifferently, his gaze piercing.
Mr. Gomez: "..."
The eunuch is more anxious than the emperor.
The situation was already at a critical juncture, and Mr. Chester still said there was no rush. Could it be that he was really planning to wait until he was forced onto the wedding before it was too late to fret?
