With that determination fueling her, Veronica rallied her spirits, fluttering around Yardley and greeting guests with polished charm.
The attendees arrived in a steady stream, and the banquet was set to begin.
However, the most important guest of the night—the executive director appointed by AM Capital to oversee their investment in the Flynn Group—was nowhere to be seen.
Yardley was just starting to wonder about the delay when Nathan practically sprinted over, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
He leaned in close, his voice thick with panic. "Mr. Flynn, we have a massive problem!"
With the celebration moments away from kicking off, the words made Yardley's stomach drop. "What now?"
"We just received an official notice from AM Capital. They're withdrawing their entire sponsorship for the thirtieth-anniversary gala."
Yardley stiffened, a chill running down his spine. "What did you just say? Why?"
Nathan wiped his brow. "They stated that their executive director is highly dissatisfied with the current CEO's professionalism and attitude. They've already advised the board of directors to reevaluate your position as president."
The color drained from Yardley's face entirely.
*Withdrawing all sponsorship.*
*Reevaluating his position.*
He knew better than anyone what that meant. AM Capital was the sole financial backer for this massive strategic upgrade, holding thirty percent of the shares and initially sitting as the second-largest shareholder.
But recently, his father—despite pausing the divorce proceedings with his mother—had stubbornly transferred six percent of his own shares to his mistress, Irene Sommers.

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