Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 507

Who could have anticipated that the "ex-husband" she had supposedly dumped would show up to back her?

Yet Quentin's stance was direct and unmistakable.

Franklin's lips parted, but he couldn't formulate a single word.

Quentin tilted his head, his gaze drifting from Franklin to Simon Hearst.

Then it swept over every single person in the room who had demanded Madeline's demotion.

Wherever his eyes landed, the shareholders instinctively averted their gaze.

Only Silas remained leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled on the table, his expression unreadable.

"Mr. Whitaker, going by your logic, anyone with character issues should indeed be removed from their position."

Quentin's tone was leisurely. He took a folder from his assistant, flipped it open, and slid it toward the center of the table.

Several highly explicit photographs slipped out of the envelope.

"Franklin Whitaker, Vice President, overseeing the Overseas Division.

Last October, during a business trip to Singapore, you met with an actress named Chloe in Hong Kong. The corresponding hotel check-ins and expense receipts have already been submitted to the board's archives.

According to company policy, executives expensing personal, non-business-related luxury consumption during official trips is a violation of protocol. Severe cases result in demotion.

You've hit two criteria—it's a severe violation, and the public impact would be catastrophic.

Shouldn't you take the initiative to resign first?"

Franklin's face drained of color in an instant.

He opened his mouth, desperate to find an argument, but the moment he met Quentin's bottomless, dark eyes, the words died in his throat.

He collapsed back into his chair, the table-slamming bravado completely shattered.

"Simon Hearst." Quentin shifted his gaze to the man in glasses.

Simon's face had turned a sickly shade of gray. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white.

"At the group's annual gala last December, you crossed paths with a popular actress endorsing women's supplements.

After the gala, you used back-channel connections to obtain her private contact info and initiated several non-business-related private meetings.

All the chat logs and hotel records are right here. If these were leaked, I guarantee the trending hashtags would eclipse anything involving Director Monroe."

Simon's lips trembled twice, but he ultimately remained dead silent.