Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 974

Chapter 974:

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“I couldn’t help but notice the lively chatter. Why the sudden silence? Is there something about my presence that bothers you?” Her tone was sharp, leaving the room tingling with uncertainty. Was she joking, or was it a serious question?

It quickly dawned on the board members and senior executives that Harlee must have overheard their earlier conversation. It seemed she was firmly staking her claim. They had all assumed the meeting room was soundproof, which had emboldened their candid discussion, unaware that Harlee might be listening in. None of them had considered the possibility of surveillance or recording devices, as such technology was typically forbidden in the conference room.

However, Harlee hadn’t eavesdropped at all. On the day she decided to visit the Sanderson Group, she had thoroughly researched the backgrounds of the six board members.

Her comment was merely an educated guess.

The board members felt a sting of humiliation under the gaze of someone so young, and their discomfort was palpable.

Brenton’s assistant, who had entered the room with Harlee, inwardly noted that these six board members would likely change their approach moving forward.

Ever since the chairman, Lonnie, had stepped aside, these board members had formed a clique, often causing disruptions.

Brenton had long planned to address this issue, and now it seemed like the perfect moment for Harlee to assert her authority.

Just as the board members were about to respond, Harlee raised her eyes and tapped the table lightly.

“Since it appears no one is eager to continue this discussion, let’s begin the meeting.”

Despite her words, her tone was laced with frost, sending a chill through the room.

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The board members exchanged wary glances.

Harlee’s authoritative air mirrored Lonnie’s, though they assumed she was still inexperienced in the corporate world.

At that moment, one of the board members, Jeffrey Palmer, spoke up.

He lifted his head with pride.

“Miss Sanderson, I hold twelve percent of the shares in Sanderson Group. I’m one of the founders and have been here from the beginning.

Feel free to consult me with any questions going forward. I’m here to assist you.”

Jeffrey paused briefly, scrutinizing Harlee from head to toe.

“I understand you come from a background in fashion design. Running a corporation is far more complex than designing apparel. If you feel uncertain about anything, my office is always open for you. I’m available whenever you need guidance.”

With that, Jeffrey offered Harlee a paternalistic smile, positioning himself as a benevolent elder.

His words had already charged the atmosphere with tension, and his insinuation that Harlee lacked knowledge of management only heightened the discomfort in the room.

It was clear that Jeffrey’s suggestion was a power play disguised as benevolence, leaving Harlee little room to refuse without appearing ungrateful.

Accepting his offer would have completely undermined her authority, possibly leading to her ousting from the Sanderson Group.

The room fell silent, awaiting Harlee’s response, which would set the tone for future dynamics.

However, Harlee merely glanced at Jeffrey with indifference before starting to text on her phone, as though he were invisible.

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