CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: STANDING FIRM AGAINST OPPOSITION

Harrison Grant smiled, "The Starlight Project was something I forcibly restarted using my authority as chairman. Another personnel change, I plan to promote Matthew Sullivan to general manager. I assume no one has any objections to this?"

Matthew Sullivan was still immersed in the shock of Evelyn Clayton being promoted to Artistic Director when he immediately heard Harrison Grant say he was promoting him to general manager.

"Me, me?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

Harrison Grant rarely valued him so highly; he was too thrilled to be in disbelief.

Matthew Sullivan was overjoyed, "No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

James Grant tapped the table, his sharp eyes slightly narrowed, "Dad, for such a significant matter, shouldn’t it be unanimously agreed upon in a high-level meeting before being announced? By announcing it directly, you’re violating company rules."

"Rules are dead, people are alive. I’ve seen the company’s development over these years, and I’m not saying it’s bad, but it’s always too slow. Now, in the internet age, everything develops rapidly, and if our company alone remains stagnant, it will soon be eliminated by the world. Fellow shareholders, what do you think?"

Originally, these shareholders also felt that Harrison Grant’s appointments were too hasty, but after hearing his explanation, they switched sides.

James Grant watched coldly.

Clearly, Harrison Grant brought Evelyn Clayton into the company and promoted Matthew Sullivan just to set them up.

Even if he stops Matthew Sullivan from being promoted, he can’t stop Harrison Grant’s matchmaking intentions, so he might as well go the opposite way.

"Alright. Then I agree too."

Harrison Grant patted James Grant’s shoulder, "James, this concession you’re making is a major consideration for the company’s future development. When the company flourishes, it certainly won’t forget your contribution."

"It’s what I should do," James Grant replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, presenting a façade of familial harmony.

Getting a general manager position handed to him, Matthew Sullivan was elated.

What made him even happier lay ahead, as Harrison Grant signaled, and Evelyn Clayton walked in.

His eyes were full of Evelyn Clayton, so much so that he overlooked Iris Lockwood beside her.

"Hello everyone, I’m Evelyn Clayton. I graduated from the National University of the Arts, and after graduation, I opened my own studio and have collaborated with many companies on projects. If needed, I can send a resume of our company to everyone."

However, a few shareholders responded sarcastically.

"Miss Clayton is an old acquaintance of ours, no need to send it."

"We often hear Miss Clayton’s big name. Just in some entertainment news, didn’t expect Miss Clayton herself to be so humble."

Clearly, these shareholders believed that Evelyn Clayton was able to get this project all thanks to Harrison Grant.

If it weren’t for Harrison Grant’s connections, how could a small studio defeat major companies to collaborate with The Grant Group?

A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and other shareholders echoed the sentiment.

As for the shareholders’ questioning, Harrison Grant did not intend to explain, even having a mind to see how Evelyn Clayton would explain.

Matthew Sullivan wanted to prove himself, but he was too insignificant, and the shareholders didn’t care for his opinion.

James Grant’s fingers slightly curled, tapping the table lightly twice, "Fellow shareholders, is it you who are in charge, or is Evelyn Clayton? It seems you have more opinions than she does?"

Evelyn Clayton was not surprised. After all, she is now James Grant’s "betrothed," and James would speak up for her if only for the sake of face.

"Fellow shareholders, you have more qualifications and experience than I do in business, but not necessarily in art. I’ve collaborated on art exhibitions with three universities. Do you know what young people are pursuing in art now? Do you know in which direction they hope to develop?"

The seated shareholders were silent for a moment, then someone spoke up.

"We don’t need to know these things, no matter how impressive Miss Clayton’s resume is, we only recognize profit."