Chapter 347

Vincent Valdemar slammed his hands on the table, eyes blazing with fury.

"Filial gratitude? The old man stripped me of my position at the peak of my career. Is that his idea of parenting?"

"He'd rather hand the company to some greenhorn than trust his own flesh and blood!"

Henry Chamberlain frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk.

"The Valdemar family affairs are none of our concern. As shareholders, we only care about profits. Under Alexander's leadership, company profits grew a hundredfold. That's an indisputable fact."

Several veteran shareholders nodded in agreement.

Vincent sneered, his gaze darkening as it swept across the room.

"Alexander was one thing. But this wet-behind-the-ears woman—what right does she have to sit in the Valdemar CEO's chair?"

Whispers rippled through the boardroom.

Sophia Laurent remained composed in the head seat, her fingertips lightly drumming the armrest.

"You flatter me, Mr. Valdemar. This 'wet-behind-the-ears' woman happens to be the legitimate CEO."

She leaned forward slightly, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

"Whereas you, Mr. Valdemar—what do you have besides underhanded tricks?"

Vincent's face turned ashen.

"You should know the consequences of reckless words, Ms. Laurent."

Sophia unhurriedly opened the file before her.

"Do you know why the Patriarch chose Alexander?"

Vincent scoffed.

"Sentimental old fool playing favorites."

A soft laugh escaped Sophia as she pushed the documents forward.

"During your three-year tenure, you spearheaded thirteen projects. Eight incurred losses, three broke even, and only two showed marginal profits."

Her clear voice carried across the room as she surveyed the attendees.

"Those annual dividends came from eating into the company's reserves. Surely you all remember?"

The veteran shareholders exchanged uneasy glances.

Vincent shot to his feet.

"Outrageous lies!"

Henry promptly handed Sophia a stack of reports.

Her finger tapped the data.

"Black and white, Mr. Valdemar. Care to verify?"

A heavy silence fell over the meeting.

One shareholder finally spoke up. "Even so, at least Mr. Valdemar maintained the company's foundation—"

Sophia lifted her gaze, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Maintenance? Valdemar needs pioneers, not graveyard keepers."