Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 508

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling reflected off Simon Hearst's glasses, obscuring his eyes, but his grip on the armrest remained iron-tight.

Taking a cue from Silas's subtle nod, Franklin took the initiative to speak, confessing to his conduct issues and accepting the demotion. Simon quickly followed suit.

They knew all too well that if Quentin didn't get his way, those photos and records would be splashed across the internet in seconds, and public opinion would execute his will for him.

And for all they knew, he had even more damning leverage he was keeping in his back pocket.

Cutting their losses was their only option.

The other shareholders harbored their own hidden agendas. Some were secretly relieved they hadn't stuck their necks out to lead the charge.

Some silently calculated which positions would open up once the four Vice Presidents were officially demoted.

Others were busy re-evaluating Madeline's sheer power—this woman could move the York family's resources, and on top of that, she could make her divorced ex-husband show up in the middle of a media storm to personally annihilate her obstacles.

She was far from the simple target she appeared to be.

Silas set his pen down and finally delivered his verdict.

"Since Mr. Prescott has laid out the issues so transparently, I, as Chairman, have no reason to object."

He stood up and looked at Madeline, his smile still cordial and flawlessly polite.

"Director Monroe, the board will not interfere further regarding your personal PR matters.

If you require assistance from the group's public relations team, you may coordinate that yourself.

Additionally, you will continue to have full authority over The Med-Tech Robotics Initiative. Keep Mr. Prescott and me updated on the progress of the government funding."

He then addressed the room. "That concludes today's emergency meeting. I know you're all busy, so I won't take up any more of your time. Meeting adjourned."

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed as the shareholders stood up one by one, gathering their files and phones before filing out of the room.

Only three people remained in the conference room—Quentin, Madeline, and Silas.

"Mr. Prescott, don't you think today's approach was a bit too aggressive?"

Silas didn't look up, his tone carrying the detached, advisory air of an innocent bystander.

"Demoting four Vice Presidents at once will cause a lot of gossip among middle management. Some issues are better resolved behind closed doors."

"Resolved behind closed doors?" Quentin leaned back in his chair, a slight, humorless curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So they can go back to hiding in the shadows, forming cliques, pulling dirty tricks, and teaming up to sabotage my people?"