The Heir's Secret Bride

"Maeve Reese was once your wife. Did you have any part in her actions behind this?"

"No matter what, you cannot escape responsibility. I believe you should step down and undergo an investigation to provide everyone with an explanation."

A few senior executives spoke out, trying to remove Byron's position. However, many others chose to remain silent and not voice their opinions.

Byron curved his thin lips into a slight smile, though his eyes showed no hint of warmth. "An explanation? Do I need to provide you with one?" He sat there, exuding an overwhelming aura that filled the room with an invisible pressure, making it difficult for anyone to breathe.

The executive who had just spoken pressed on despite the pressure. "Mr. Mcdaniel, this is for the sake of the company. We can't let your scandal affect the interests of the entire organization.

"And I've heard you don't hold Mrs. McDaniel's shares. Based on the current distribution of shares, apart from Mr. Gilbert, the largest stake belongs to Mrs. Mcdaniel

Byron narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unreadable.

Someone asked, "Is that so? Then who took Mrs. Mcdaniel's shares

At that moment, the door to the meeting room was pushed open Neville walked in, removing his sunglasses to glance around the table at everyone present. He flashed an elegant smile at Byron, sitting at the head of the table. "Sorry about this, brother, but Grandma entrusted her shares to me before she passed."

The executives exchanged bewildered glances, unable to comprehend how Neville, who had been ousted from the company by Byron a few years ago, was now involved.

Byron spoke calmly. "Where are the written documents?"

"Don't rush, brother; I brought them with me," Neville replied, signaling the lawyer behind him to read the documents aloud for everyone to hear.

When the lawyer reached the line stating, "Granting 27% of the Mcdaniel Group to the grandson, Neville Mcdaniel, with only Gilbert Mcdaniel having the right to reclaim it," Neville interrupted him

"Brother, thanks to your ex-wife, Grandpa was on the verge of recovery, but she probably feared he would wake up and testify against her, so she drugged him, putting him in critical condition," Neville said with a somewhat sinister smile. "What a shame." Only Gilbert could reclaim those hidden shares. Unfortunately, he was now on the verge of death.

One executive immediately interjected, "Mr. Mcdaniel, Neville's shares are above yours, and we all witnessed his capabilities back then. I believe he would be fully capable of stepping in as president during your suspension

"I agree, Mr. Mcdaniel, We need to prioritize the bigger picture.

"You and Neville are both family. It wouldn't matter who holds this position"

On the surface, these executives advised Byron to weigh the pros and cons, but it was no different from pressuring him to step down. Archer was fumming; he thought, These fools do nothing regularly but are the first to run for their bonuses. They don't consider who allows them to live so comfortably. Would Neville be able to handle it if he took over?

"Are you done?" Byron casually crossed his legs, observing the executives below making the most noise as if watching clowns perform.

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"Brother, you've managed the group well these past few years. Don't worry: I'll take good care of it when the time comes, Neville said, his smile widening.

Byron curled the corners of his lips slightly, his tone somewhat casual. "My company is indeed doing well, but I'm afraid you won't have the privilege of enjoying it." Neville frowned slightly, thinking. Is he unwilling to admit defeat even with death looming over him?"

"Archer, turn on the projector, Byron commanded in a low voice.

"Yes. Mr. Mcdaniel," Archer replied promptly, following the order.

The others turned their attention toward the projector, curious about its purpose. To their surprise, a figure they recognized. all too well appeared on the screen. "Gilbert!" The entire conference room erupted in excitement.

Neville shot up, fixating intently on the projection. He thought, How is this possible? How can he still be alive! His men witnessed Gilbert being wheeled into the operating room, and his heartbeat had been so weak that he should have passed away within two hours. "Hello, everyone. It's been a while, and I wonder if you all remember me, Gilbert said. His face was pale and weak from waking up, but his eyes sparkled with sharpness. "Given that the doctors are watching and won't let me exert myself, I'll keep this brief. The hidden shares held by Neville are the most significant legacy I entrusted to my beloved grandson before my wife passed.

"And who is Neville Modaniel? He is the one who, many years ago, got swapped with my biological grandson, becoming an illegitimate beneficiary who took over what rightfully belonged to Byron."

The revelation sent shockwaves through the executive boardroom, nearly causing the high-ranking officials to lose their composure. If Neville wasn't the biological heir of the Mcdaniel family, then his shares were illegitimate and unjustified.

Neville's expression had turned entirely cold, his hair falling over his eyes, yet it couldn't conceal the malice that shone through.

Gilbert continued, "TII have my lawyer come over shortly. These hidden shares rightfully belong to my biological grandson, Byron Mcdaniel, not to an outsider."

Some executives were unwilling to back down, stating. "Mr. Gilbert, even so, if Mr. Mcdaniel and his ex-wife conspired to harm you, he may no longer be qualified to hold the position of president."

Gilbert scoffed. "What, you think you know better than I do about who has been trying to harm me?"

The executives exchanged puzzled glances, "Are you implying that..."

Gilbert didn't answer him but turned to Neville, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Grandpa," Neville tugged at the corners of his mouth, his smile somewhat twisted, I'm thrilled to see you awake." With Gilbert's recovery, the days ahead would be less tedious.

"Don't be too quick to celebrate," Byron casually interrupted Neville while toying with a pen. "The police will arrive shortly. and you can take your time to be happy after you go in."

Neville suddenly turned his head, giving him a menacing look. What did you mean by that?"Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"On New Year's Eve, you tampered with Grandpa's New Year gift four years ago. Do I need to remind you?" Byron's deep eyes narrowed slightly. "To neatly pin the blame on Maeve Reese, you even went so far as to prepare the Red Blade poisonous magic from Ustren, faking the knife wounds on Grandpa's body. You went to great lengths."

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That type of poisonous magic was scarce. Upon contact with human skin, it would create a wound resembling a knife cut at the nearest spot before dying, ultimately merging with the blood. It left no trace behind.

Neville's handsome face shifted slightly, and he ultimately broke into a smile. "I underestimated you, considering you even know about such a poison.

"This time, you were lucky to discover the Red Blade poisonous magic; otherwise, Maeve Reese would have had to bear this blame for a lifetime. The entire scheme was flawless, Maeve fell into his trap and had no choice but to accept her fate. "Oh?" Byron's voice was icy, "Did you think that everything happening today was just a coincidence?"

Neville paused momentarily, then suddenly grasped the critical point, "Maeve Reese!"

"What's up? Did someone call for me? Standing behind Gilbert, a slender figure appeared on the screen, smiling as sh