Uncle Olsen's words had a stunning impact.
The shareholders immediately became restless, and they stood up one by one.
"Sir, that's not what we meant."
"That's right. Even if there's any fluctuation in the stock price, it's not your fault. You're the one who has led the Olsen Group to its current height. We wouldn't dare ask you to make such a promise."
"..."
Uncle Olsen waved his hand. "I've made up my mind. Someone has to take responsibility for this matter."
After that, he scanned the crowd. "Why are you still here? Are you staying for dinner?"
"We wouldn't dare."
The group of shareholders stood up one after another.
Keira saw the conflicted expressions on their faces. Some were hesitant to speak, some were panic-stricken and fearful, and some held grievances inside that they dared not voice out loud.
After the crowd left, Keira finally looked at Uncle Olsen. "In a week, I'll give you an explanation."
