Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 506

"The most critical government partnership our group currently holds is the R&D and industrialization base for The Med-Tech Robotics Initiative, which has already entered the first phase of funding approval.

Furthermore, the higher-ups have already signed off on the grant documents. If you believe my reputation will jeopardize the group's future prospects, I suggest you review the approval file for the government funds. The government knows exactly who I am better than the netizens do."

Franklin Whitaker's brow furrowed tightly. For a moment, he couldn't formulate a response.

Of course he knew Madeline had secured the York family's resources.

And it was precisely because of this that the dissenting voices had temporarily been silenced.

"Wait, hold on," another shareholder suddenly interjected.

"Director Monroe, are you saying that your connection with the York family and the online rumors have actually brought tangible benefits to the group?" His expression was confused, but his tone held a cautious probing.

"No, my point is much simpler than that." Madeline looked at him, her tone earnest and direct.

"My point is that regardless of what happened between me and the York family, The Med-Tech Robotics Initiative is firmly cemented on The Prescott Group's books.

If this project succeeds, the group's stock price will skyrocket. Hospitals will have to pay for the auxiliary equipment to accommodate this robot, turning our weakest sector into a dominant one. Every single person in this room will see their dividends multiply.

So, if anyone wants to push me out the door over a few trending topics, be my guest.

But don't forget, I personally handled this project from its inception to its final approval. The day I walk out, this project stops dead in its tracks.

Whoever is willing to take on that mess can take my seat."

The air in the conference room felt as if it had frozen solid.

Franklin's face shifted through several shades of color, the small eyes behind Simon Hearst's glasses darted around nervously, and another executive lowered her head to flip through her files, seemingly regretting ever speaking up.

The other shareholders fell silent. Some pretended to check their phones, others faked a cough, and a few picked up their water glasses for a sip. No one uttered another word.

Madeline's speech had precisely struck every single person's weakness.

They were businessmen. A businessman's nature was to chase profit, not to play the tough guy.

They had come today thinking Madeline was an easy target, a soft pushover now that she had lost Quentin as her backer.

Pushing her out would appease Eleanor Prescott while giving them an outlet to vent their frustration over being managed by her. It was supposed to be killing two birds with one stone.

But Madeline had just informed them of one vital fact—she held the keys to the most valuable project in the entire group.

If she left, the project halted, the York family's funding would evaporate, and everyone's financial interests would take a massive hit.

Not only was she navigating the treacherous waters with the Yorks, but she was also weaponizing the resources she extracted from them to build her own armor.

This battle wasn't going to be as simple as they thought.

They couldn't just bury Madeline with a single blow.

However, after exchanging a few loaded glances, they had no choice but to pivot to the second strategy the old matriarch had instructed them to use.