Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 709

Vivian never expected that despite her orders to keep the detained shipment a secret, the board of directors would somehow catch wind of it.

As soon as the meeting began, the middle-aged man sitting in the first seat on the right frowned and questioned her, "Ms. Wilson, are you hiding something from us?"

Mr. Jefferson had the largest shareholding in the Wilson Group after Vivian and her grandfather. Compared to others, his words carried more authority.

Naturally, Vivian had to show him some respect, given that she was the younger generation.

"Mr. Jefferson, by seniority, I should call you Uncle. You've watched me grow up. Do you think I would hide anything from you?" Vivian decided to play dumb first. She was certain these people had only heard rumors and hadn't yet gathered evidence.

This was indeed the case. Mr. Jefferson narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, speaking in a tone that was half-joking, half-threatening, "Ms. Wilson, please don't say that. When it comes to business interests, I prefer that even close relatives keep clear accounts. Of course, I also believe Ms. Wilson wouldn't lie, right?"

Vivian kept her cool like a pro. Without so much as a blink, she smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, the company's running smoothly. If anything comes up, you'll be the first to know."

Mr. Jefferson's frown melted into a smile. "Good. I'll take your word for it."

After the meeting broke up, Vivian watched them walk away and muttered under her breath: "Crafty old bastard."

These people were parasites, never putting in any real work—just picking apart her decisions while conveniently forgetting who was actually bringing in the profits.

Still, she needed that shipment released from customs ASAP. Every day it sat there, the losses piled up, and there was no way she could cover that kind of financial damage quickly.

With that thought, Vivian snatched up her handbag and headed for the door.

However, business is like a battlefield—sometimes just one small misstep can leave you far behind.

The Sanders Group understood that clients' time was money, so they carefully detailed a complete guide to the resort island on their invitation cards, even including a small map at the end. They had achieved near perfection in every aspect.

As a result, in a sales comparison published on a certain platform, the Sanders Group was far ahead of the Wilson Group. This was widely circulated among internet users and even trended on social media.

Old Mr. Wilson was proud and arrogant. Upon hearing this news, he naturally couldn't tolerate it and flew into a rage.

For this reason, he specifically came to the company and called an internal meeting.

Although Old Mr. Wilson had been behind the scenes for many years, the authority he carried had only grown more potent with time. Just his presence at the front was enough to intimidate everyone.