Chapter 324: Boardroom Battles

Summer noticed an identical colored door on the office wall, realizing this office also had a rest area. “Okay,” Summer replied.

After Fraser left, she was alone in the office. The marble desk held several contract files. A casual glance showed figures that required counting on fingers to comprehend fully. Summer’s gaze shifted away; even though she and Fraser were dating, she still respected these boundaries.

She picked up the photo frame and looked at it again. Pudding had been so skinny and dirty as a puppy, even injured. She hadn’t expected it to be raised so well. Counting the years, Pudding was quite old now. Summer felt a pang at this thought and decided to talk to Fraser later about bringing Pudding home to live with them.

A spacious, bright conference room. A nearly 30-foot-long massive conference table stretched across, with high-ranking executives in sharp suits seated neatly around it. On the screen was the Graham Group’s financial analysis report for the year, dense with data and charts. The end of the month would bring the annual consortium conference. The core members of the Graham Group, major shareholders, and esteemed elders were all expected to attend. And the entire meeting would be recorded in the Graham Group’s archives, so everyone took it seriously.

The Vice President wrapped up his presentation, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, the financial reports clearly show that under Mr. Graham’s leadership, the Graham Group has achieved remarkable results over the past year. We’ve seen a 20% jump in overall profits and an impressive 30% return on investment. However, there is a slight issue; our profits from overseas operations have declined by 15% compared to previous years.”

Applause broke out in the conference room following his words. The Vice President adjusted his glasses and continued, “Perhaps because the consortium conference is approaching, some of the minor shareholders have been making moves behind the scenes, especially after Mr. Graham’s marriage announcement today. They might… act against you at the conference.”

After speaking, he quickly glanced at the man in the main seat, “Should we take… some precautionary measures?” The room fell silent at these words.

The Graham Group had once planned a union through marriage with the Lastesh Group, and the two had closely cooperated. However, the unexpected cancellation of this marriage plan directly led to a decline in overseas market share, which shareholders and elders were already discontent with. And now, Fraser had suddenly announced his marriage to Summer. Many saw it as a “charity marriage,” stirring those already dissatisfied shareholders even more.

Fraser reclined in his chair, legs crossed, lashes slightly lowered, his face expressionless, his fingertips tapping the conference table leisurely, “Then what do you think we should do?”

Noticing Fraser contemplating his advice, the Vice President quickly proposed what he believed was a smart strategy. “Mr. Graham, even though you’ve announced your engagement, it might be wise to first address the concerns of the shareholders and the senior members. Perhaps… delaying the wedding could help?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold, piercing gaze swept over him, and the Vice President instinctively fell silent. Fraser smirked, laughing, “You’re quite adept at this, aren’t you? Why don’t you take over as president?” This emotionless response made the Vice President’s skin crawl. “No… I dare not, Mr. Graham. I… I spoke out of turn… Please don’t mind.”

These old coots, always grinning when collecting dividends, barely recognize themselves. But when it came to changes or reforms within the group, they had the loudest objections. Now they even dared to meddle in his marriage. Fraser tossed his pen onto the conference table. The sound of the pen clinking against the metal echoed in the eerily quiet room, causing all present to shift uncomfortably.

Fraser stood up, his cold gaze sweeping the room, his voice somber, “Get me a list. I want to know exactly who is standing against me, Fraser.”

Meanwhile, in the executive office, Summer had been resting on the black leather sofa, accidentally dozing off. She was awoken by a hurried phone call.

7:32 AM

Julia’s voice came through the phone. “Summer, I just sent you a video of our new house, did you see it? I’ve hired several maids here, one of whom is especially experienced with children. By the way, have you finalized the professional manager for the Stewart Group yet? When do you plan to come to Oblistan to meet up?”

Listening to this barrage of questions, Summer’s sleepy eyes gradually cleared. During this time, she had almost forgotten about this matter.