The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 710

This unexpected event astounded everyone present. They had trouble comprehending why Jean was acting this way.

Both Frederic and Joseph were astounded. They darted a couple of steps forward.

"What happened, Jean? Where does it hurt?"

Jean was washed over in pain and struggled to speak.

He bent over in an effort to alleviate the sudden pain.

Karl watched coldly from the side, remained silent, and sat quietly.

Clarence was dissatisfied when Peter's speech was interrupted. He accused in a sarcastic tone, "Now is the crucial voting time. Are you trying to gain sympathy by putting on a show?"

Frederic, fuming with anger, turned around and scolded, "Putting on a show? Are you blind? Can't you see his pallid face? My son is suffering and you made such a callous remark and cast doubt on him. How can you do this as his uncle?"

Clarence snorted coldly, "How am I supposed to know if he's truly in pain? He's fine just now, isn't he? Why did he have to cause a scene at the final vote?"

Frederic knitted his brows and was about to retort, but a cold female voice intervened.

She questioned, "Do you think one gets to choose a good time to die?"

That sharp remark enraged Clarence. He glared fiercely at Neera and warned, "Watch your language!"

Neera ignored him. She calmly crouched down and gently patted Jean's chest.

She patiently guided him, "Relax! Don't cringe your body; lean back against the chair."

As she massaged his chest, she winked at Ian.

The latter gets the message immediately. He quickly took out Jean's medicine and fetched a glass of water.

Neera fed the pills to Jean and helped him sip some water.

Confused, the shareholders exchanged glances with each other.

One of them asked anxiously, "What happened to him? He was perfectly fine just a couple of days ago."

Frederic was incredibly anxious and felt distressed for his son. He wondered, "Jean, what's wrong? Aren't you getting better? Why is this happening to you?"

After he took the pills, Jean felt slightly better, but he still couldn't speak. All he could do was pant heavily.

When he spotted this, Frederic hurriedly blamed Neera, "Why aren't you saying anything? Why is my son in such agony? Did you do something to him?"

With this query, Neera's expression became icy.

She retorted vehemently, "Did I do something to him? You all should reflect on the things you had done to him!"

Her hostile restoration caught Frederic off guard.

Neera's anger had been mounting. At that point, she unleashed it in front of everyone. She gave the entire room a swift glance before bellowing.

"Look at all of you. This is such a great company, yet you have turned it into such a mess. What a disgrace!"

Clarence slapped the table and leaped to his feet. He yelled, "This is the matter of Beauvort Group! How dare an outsider like you speak up here?"

The other shareholders also frowned in response.

Grinning icily, Neera continued to confront him bravely.

She argued, "Outsider? Fine, I'm an outsider. I need an insider like you to answer a question I have. What contributions have you made to the company as an insider over the years?

"How dare you stay here and ask for help in such a big way when you have committed wrongdoings like a deficit in your accounts and accounting fraud? Your skin must be thicker than the city walls. It's rare to see someone stoop to your level of shamelessness!"

Caught off guard, Clarence was unprepared for her to admonish him in such a humiliating fashion. In a fit of rage, he banged the table repeatedly.

"What did you say? You…"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Neera's eyebrows arched sharply. Her delicate face took on an intimidating look.

"As for the rest of you! You all comfortably reap the benefits and live comfortably with the company dividends without lifting a finger to aid Jean in managing the company. When something bad happens, you're all clueless about how to handle the situation!

"While Jean is battling his sickness and still pushing himself out of bed to run the business, where are you all? Have any of you even expressed your gratitude toward him? When you all gang up against him, don't you think it reflects poorly on you?"

Everyone's face turned horrifying pale when she bombarded them with a series of questions.

Joseph, surprised by her prowess, stepped in hastily to calm her down.

"That's enough, Neera. Stop talking."

Karl had been enjoying the show. When he felt targeted by her words, his amusement turned to displeasure.

He sternly rebuked her, saying, "You might be Jean's wife, but in this context, you remain an outsider. Who are you to cause a disturbance around here? If an outsider saw this, they might mock us. For those who don't know better, you might assume that Federic's family is rude.

Neera remained unfazed. She stood her ground, fearlessly retorting, "You have the nerve to lecture me? Aren't you the one responsible for Jean's sickness?"