The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Since Delbert’s identity had been exposed, he couldn’t continue to disguise himself as Harriet’s assistant and accompany her to the shareholders’ meeting. It was Cory accompanying her..

“Madam, this is the roster for today’s shareholders’ meeting,” Cory said, handing a document to her. “Thanks!” Harriet took it but didn’t open it.

Although she had taken over the Munoz Group only a few days ago, she knew how many shareholders there were and how much each of them held.

The double doors of the conference room were closed, and faint laughter could be heard from inside.

“It's already this late, and Harriet still hasn’t come. Is she too scared to come without Delbert accompanying her?” said someone. “Mr. Munoz, why don’t we just buy Harriet’s shares and let her be at ease as Mrs. Carlson?” another person suggested.

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These people were really cunning.

She gritted her teeth and pushed open the doors. “I’m afraid I'll disappoint everyone here today. Sorry for the wait.”

Her appearance silenced the noisy conference room. The circular conference table, nearly twenty meters long, was fully occupied, except for the empty seat of the chairman.

It was reserved for Harriet. With one hand in her pocket, Harriet confidently took her seat, showing no signs of being nervous.

“Save for the talk. Let’s start the voting now. If anyone is dissatisfied with me being the chairman, feel free not to vote for me. If | receive too few votes, | will step down,” she said.

No one noticed that her fingers were clutching the hem of her clothes. Even her breathing was cautious.

She wasn’t afraid of losing, but she couldn’t help but add, “You are all veterans of the Munoz Group. You should know what is best for the company.”

If the Munoz Group were handed over to someone like Blake, it would surely collapse. The shareholders looked at each other, and their gaze finally settled on Blake, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Blake sat relaxed in his chair, casually flipping through the files in his hands, as if he didn’t care about the outcome of this vote at all.

“Well, allow me to cast the first vote,” said Jerry Kelly, an old

shareholder, who founded the Munoz Group together with Miriam. He stood up, leaned on his cane, and slowly walked toward the voting box in the upper right corner.

Harriet stared straight ahead, not even glancing at Jerry. She had anticipated the outcome. There was no way he would vote for her.

Her hopes were pinned on the younger generation of shareholders. Jerry tremblingly put the ticket into the box, as if suffering from severe Parkinson’s syndrome.

“Mr. Kelly, please wait!”

Just as everyone was becoming impatient, Jerry’s secretary suddenly

approached him and whispered in his ear.

“Is this true?” Jerry trembled for a while, but ultimately, he didn’t put

the vote into the box.

He picked up the phone and questioned, “What do you mean?”

The person on the other end of the phone said something, making Jerry tremble in anger.

He suppressed it and respectfully said, “Okay, | understand. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.”

Harriet watched in confusion, wondering, ‘Jerry is a founder of the Munoz Group. Who can make him so scared?’