Chapter 277

Shermaine gave a slight nod in response.

An executive gestured toward the elevators. “This way, Ms. Jean.”

While waiting, she spotted Jason and Natalie approaching.

Natalie was dressed to impress today. She wore a tailored white blazer over a body-hugging dress and accessorized with a dazzling luxurious necklace and a limited-edition handbag.

Beside her, Jason looked equally polished in his bespoke suit. The moment his gaze landed on Shermaine, he clenched his hands into fists. Every time she appeared, his plans crumbled. The thought was burned into his mind.

Natalie, however, strutted forward in her stilettos, oozing faux warmth. “Shermaine, what a coincidence.”

“Quite,” Shermaine replied, eyes sharp. “Why are you here?”

Chin lifted, Natalie smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Shermaine sneered, “Hope you’re not here to embarrass yourself.”

Natalie seethed inwardly, ‘Damn bitch. Today, I’m helping Jameson dethrone Ross and drive him overseas. Once we control Jean Group, I won’t even care if I can marry Jameson. Maybe then, that old hag Janice will grovel at my feet.’

The elevator arrived. Shermaine stepped in. Jason and Natalie followed.

The 23rd-floor conference room was already half-full when they entered. The meeting would begin promptly at 2 p.m.

All eyes turned to Shermaine as she strode in—some recognizing her, others sizing her up. Instantly, all eyes in the room turned to her.

Andrew and Brandon were both there, too.

Despite Shermaine’s understated outfit, she carried herself with an unmistakable aura. She walked calmly to her seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Brandon greeted her warmly, but Andrew pointedly looked away.

Other shareholders were unfamiliar with Natalie and Jason. They had never seen or heard of them before. The shareholders began whispering, guessing that they might be new shareholders.

Natalie and Jason took seats directly across from Shermaine.

Ross entered moments later, taking the seat beside Shermaine with a faint smile. Together, their striking looks made them the room’s visual centerpiece.

Jameson soon followed, settling at the head of the table—a vantage point to scrutinize every shareholder’s reaction.

Spotting Shermaine, he frowned slightly, but he held his tongue. If she caused trouble, he could simply have her removed. After all, this was his company, and he was in charge here.

“Jamie, you’re here,” Natalie smiled.

Jameson’s expression softened. “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“Jason and I had lunch before coming,” Natalie replied sweetly. “And you?”

The exchange confirmed what everyone suspected: the two “new shareholders” were Jameson’s mistress and illegitimate son.

The stark contrast in Jameson’s demeanor—warmth for them, and cold indifference to Ross and Shermaine—drew puzzled glances. One shareholder asked, “Mr. Jean, are they Jean Group’s newest investors?”

“Yeah,” Jameson replied.

“We heard Mrs. Jean sold her shares. Is that true?”

“Absolutely.”

The shareholder suppressed a scoff and thought, ‘What kind of fool sells her stake and leaves her son in such a terrible situation?’

Promptly at two o’clock, Jameson straightened. “Alright. Let’s begin.”

The meeting was pretty dull. Nothing important was discussed during the early part. Shermaine kept her head down and glued to her phone. Ever since she started at Basterel University, professors often reached out to her for discussions, and she was replying to their messages.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t listening, though. The first half of the meeting was just routine, reporting the profits and losses from the first half of the year.

After summarizing that, the meeting finally came to the real agenda—Jean Group’s business expansion in Archulea.