My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 358

How could that be?

Brandon immediately objected. "Director Walker, you can't do this!"

"Why not?" Director Walker looked at him coldly, the mockery in his eyes unconcealed.

Brandon's face turned red. "Because I'm the chairman of the board and the largest shareholder of Trison. How can you hold a board meeting and make me stand down as the chairman? That's unreasonable!"

"There’s nothing unreasonable about that. A chairman can be someone who's not the largest shareholder, and the largest shareholder doesn't have to be the chairman. There's no conflict," Director Walker said.

The other directors also nodded.

"Yes, Chairman. You can give up your position to someone more capable. What's so bad about being an idle shareholder?”

"Exactly. You can't even manage your own household. How are you supposed to manage Trison? In these few months, you've made such a mess of Trison and caused us, shareholders, to lose a lot of benefits. Last time, we forgave you and let you continue to be the chairman because you single-handedly founded Trison, but this time, we won’t forgive you no matter what you say."

"Do you hear that, Brandon? Everyone agrees that you shouldn't be the chairman anymore, so we must hold this meeting. In short, you have no choice but to step down. Otherwise, we'll withdraw our shares and cause Trison to go bankrupt. Trison won't go far in your hands anyway."

After saying that, Director Walker packed his belongings and went out of the conference room without looking at Brandon.

The other shareholders followed suit.

Soon, only Brandon was left alone in the large conference room.

Brandon sat in his chair, feeling cold. He looked at the computer in front of him with dull eyes, not understanding how things turned out this way.

Trison Corporation had been stabilized, but something like this happened again.

Furthermore, his position as chairman of the board was also going to be pried away...

At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.

Immediately after, the door opened, and the assistant came in, saying in an urgent voice, "Bad news, President Madden. There are many reporters downstairs clamoring to interview you. They want to know what you think about Second Miss breaking the law and being sent to the police station again."

"What do I think?" Brandon's eyes were scarlet as he sneered. "They don't want to know what I think. They just want to use me to sensationalize the news!"

As soon as he spoke, his phone rang.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and took out his phone. However, when he saw the caller ID, he hung up directly.

He did not need to answer it to know why that person was calling him. The person must have called to laugh at him.

The same thing happened last time as well.

Last time, when Lyra failed to harm Sydney and was caught, this person called and laughed at him. He had been completely humiliated.

However, even if Brandon did not answer the call, the person did not intend to let him go and sent him a text message: [ Brandon, your Madden family's style and genes are worthy of admiration. You're a family of criminals. Tsk tsk, now that your daughter is arrested, I wonder when it'll be your turn since you killed Harry Raines six years ago...]

Crash!

Brandon did not finish reading it and swept all the items on the table to the ground to vent the anger in his heart.

His assistant saw this and hurriedly stepped back so as to not get into trouble.

Brandon heaved large breaths, his eyes dark and obscure.

'How did this person know that I killed Harry Raines six years ago?

'I covered my tracks perfectly when I did it. Not even the people close to me know that I did it, let alone the outside world. They all thought that Harry committed suicide by jumping off a building because he couldn't stand that Skylight was going bankrupt.

'However, this person directly said that I killed Harry. It seems like this person knows something.

'Even if that's the case, there's no evidence!

'Otherwise, this person would've taken out the evidence to deal with me already. After all, we're rivals in the business world.'

At that thought, Brandon stopped worrying and closed his eyes, saying coldly, "Prepare the car. We're going to the police station."

He wanted to know what Lyra did this time and whether he could save her or not.

If he could, that meant that the problem was not that serious, and Trison would be able to make a comeback as well.

However, if he could not save her...