Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1315

After all, if an inept individual assumes the presidency of the Bryant

Group, I'd need to reevaluate our partnership. Losing money isn‘t on my agenda.”

This statement wiped the smile off Jefferson’s face, replacing it with a stern expression.

“Miss Torres, regardless of how intertwined our businesses may be, this concerns the Bryant Group's internal

affairs. You have no say in this matter. I'd kindly request that you take your leave.”

With a nod, Loraine pulled out a share subscription agreement from her bag and brandished it at Jefferson. Her

voice was laced with a teasing tone, “Apologies, Mr. Foster. On an earlier whim, | acquired a significant number of

shares and currently possess 1% of the Bryant

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Group's shares. As a shareholder, | think | have a say. Are you absolutely certain you wantto depart?”

Jefferson's already ruddy face deepened in color, hinting at a Looming hypertension crisis.

Loraine tucked away the agreement, her fleeting smirk replaced by the firm composure of a seasoned CEO.

Her icy gaze scanned the shareholders before pronouncing, “As the CEO of the Universe Group, my willingness to

partner with the Bryant Group isn’t influenced by its family-centric structure or the question of inheritance. It's

due to Marco's leadership. | place my trust in

Marco's abilities.”

Except for a few founding members like Jefferson, all self-made shareholders erupted in spontaneous applause.

Several younger shareholders, who previously maintained neutrality, expressed their support for Marco outright.

“Miss Torres is spot on. My decision to join the Bryant Group is based on Mr. Bryant's ability to lead us to greater

success. | refuse to be anyone's pawn!”

“In an age where merit is supposed to supersede lineage, how can the

“bloodline theory’ persist? Miss Bryant, | have nothing against you personally, but | do have a sincere question.

Did you turn into a fool due to past mockery? Are those online ramblings from you? Without any evidence, why

are you slandering Mr. Bryant?”

Faced with a barrage of questions, Marina was at a loss for words, unable to mount a defense. At this moment,

Marco spoke up. “Marina, this is the Bryant Group's general shareholders’ meeting, not the

Bryant family’s private dinner. You don’t hold any company shares, nor have you contributed anything to the

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company. If anyone here is unqualified to participate, it's you.”

After uttering these words, Marco turned his gaze to the shareholders who backed him, speaking with conviction.

“The Bryant Group does not promote nepotism. If the company were to be dictated purely by blood ties, wouldn't

it beca puppet in the hands of a few? Is there truly room for growth in such an organization?”

Marco's statement resonated with the shareholders, prompting several nods of agreement. His support surged,

triggering a tic shift in the meeting’s dynamics.

At this juncture, Marco cast a glance at Jefferson, now sporting a Long face, and asked icily, “Mr. Foster, do you

have any objections?”

By objecting, Jefferson would essentially admit to endorsing nepotism.

Gritting his teeth, Jefferson managed a strained smile and joined the applause.

Marina was taken aback by the swift turn of events. Neither she nor