The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 317

Miles's voice wasn't loud, but the warm, polite smile had completely drained from his eyes.

The shareholders, who had been loudly chiming in just a second ago, snapped their mouths shut in unison.

The air froze.

No one could believe that the usually silent Miles would actually lose his temper over an ugly tie.

The old shareholder who had spoken up had been with Zimmerman Pharmaceuticals for thirty years. His seniority was well established. Being scolded by a "half-baked" junior turned his wrinkled face the color of a bruised plum.

His fingers trembled as he pointed at Miles.

"I am a founding member of Zimmerman Pharmaceuticals. Even Alistair Zimmerman treats me with respect when he's here. It's not your place to bark at me!"

Miles took two steps forward, exuding a suffocating wave of pressure.

He raised a hand and slowly smoothed out his crooked gray tie.

"If I remember correctly, you're sixty-seven this year, aren't you?"

Zachary Zeller froze, then stiffened his neck. "So what?"

"The retirement age at Zimmerman Pharmaceuticals is sixty-five."

Miles enunciated every word clearly. "By that calculation, you should have retired two years ago. Alistair Zimmerman might have a soft spot, but I don't."

"The auditing team will thoroughly investigate all of your projects. If any discrepancies are found, all shares under your name will be reclaimed, and legal action will be pursued to the fullest extent."

Zachary's face turned ghostly pale. It was common practice for these old-timers to take kickbacks and engage in shady dealings behind closed doors. They couldn't withstand an audit.

He quickly turned to Benedict, his eyes pleading. He moved his lips but ultimately failed to speak in front of Miles.

Zachary desperately hoped Benedict would bail him out.

Benedict's face darkened, a flash of annoyance appearing in his eyes before he quickly concealed it.

He had only intended to use the old shareholders as mouthpieces to suppress Miles and test his limits.

He wasn't going to openly declare war on Miles over a useless pawn just yet.

"Retiring at sixty-five is company policy. Mr. Zimmerman is just following the rules. I see no issue."

Realizing he had been used as a pawn, Zachary was struck as if by lightning, completely dumbfounded. "Mr... Mr. Montgomery..."