"Yes, thank you, Archy. You can continue. Don’t mind me—" Isaac Donovan smiled gently at Archy, ignoring his useless sons.

Archy proceeded to exin the agenda for today’s selection of thepany’s new CEO and the management reshuffle. However, before he could finish his exnation, another person interrupted him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor…" Bradley interjected, prompting Archy to pause and look at him.

"Yes, Mr. Bradley Caville, you may speak."

"Why do we need to change the current CEO? Is it necessary? Besides, who are the candidates to rece Jacob Donovan? We don’t have a strong candidate now."

Bradley nced at Jacob with a smile before addressing everyone in the room.

"What thepany needs now is to discuss and act on how to handle this situation. How can we escape from this suffering? We still need Jacob to work hard to return thepany to being the number onepany in this industry. Right, Uncle Isaac?"

Isaac was utterly speechless after hearing Bradley’s long exnation. Still, even after his lengthy speech, he offered no solution—no wonder thispany was going bankrupt. Not only are his sons unable to work, but they are also friends with this kind of businessman.

Thepany has been struggling for months, but they still haven’t found the right solution to deal with it. How stupid!

Seeing his son’s expression confirm Bradley’s sentence, Isaac feels regretsing to this meeting.

After taking a deep sigh silently, he turned his gaze to Bradley Caville.

"Well, young man, don’t ask me. I’m an old person. You guys, young people, should know what is best for thispany," Isaac said gently, even though, in his heart, he regretted attending this meeting.

Later, Isaac tries to dismiss his regret and focuses on his reason foring here: to witness his granddaughter punish his ungrateful sons.

Jacob and the others frowned after hearing Isaac’s statement and his reluctance to get involved in this critical situation.

He wanted to express his frustration, but all his words stopped on the tip of his tongue. He needs his father to voteter if the Camellia Capital people insist on recing him and taking over thepany management.

"Father, we understand," Jacob said gently. "There’s no need to worry. Butter, we need your help to vote to stop other people from recing us, the Donovan Family, from thispany management—"

Jacob deliberately emphasized the Donovan Family so their father would not be confused.

Isaac Donovan said nothing but smiled at Jacob.

As no one else was speaking, Archy took control of the discussion.

"Mr. Bradley Caville, I understand your concern, but we need to continue with the meeting agenda," Archy politely responded to Bradley Caville, who expressed his displeasure with a re.

However, before he could continue, Lucas Donovan interrupted.

"Come on, Archy... we should end this meeting. Can’t you see that the person who requested the motion to change the CEO isn’t here—" Lucas Donovan’s voice abruptly stopped when the door swung open. He was stunned, and almost everyone in the room had the same expression.

Instantly, the room became lively, with everyone talking in hushed tones to the person beside them, ncing at the neers.

"Who is she? She looks familiar and beautiful."

"She’s the old Donovan’s granddaughter, right?"

"Oh, you’re right. I remember now. She is Lucas’s daughter, Arabe."

They all gasped in surprise at the sight of the girl, who was now even more beautiful than they remembered. It was as if they saw a heaven goddess visiting their office.

Bradley Caville felt his blood rush to certain parts of his body when he saw the woman he had dreamed of bing his wife standing not far from him.

His heartbeat races, but he doesn’t dare to blink, worried that the girl he dreamed of will vanish from sight.

’So beautiful and alluring,’ Bradley Caville whispers under his breath. ’I will make sure you be my wife. Pretty Be, I will not let you go,’ he vows with a sinister smile.

While Bradley was busy looking at Be with his sultry thoughts, Lucas was shocked beyond words to see someone he had been looking for the past month finally appear before his eyes: his good-for-nothing daughter.

"Be—" Lucas whispered her name, too surprised to see her appear here in their shareholder meeting.

Standing up from his seat, he wanted to drag her out to scold her, but his feet stopped when he saw several people following her into the room. They looked foreign. What surprised him was that all of them looked noble.

Lucas tried to signal Be that he wanted to speak to her, but she did not even give him a slight nce, which confused and angered him. His hand clenched into a tight fist when he saw her approaching Emma and his father.

Before Lucas could call his daughter’s name, however, she had already walked to the opposite end of the table and sat casually facing Jacob. A few people who hade with her were also sitting on her left and right sides as if they were part of this private shareholder meeting.

As soon as Be sat down, the room fell silent. Nobody spoke, but their eyes clearly showed confusion.

Bepletely ignored their curious gazes. She deliberately didn’t look at her father and uncles.

She looked back to see Archy Taylor, still standing on the small podium, looking at her with the same expression as other people in the room.

Be smiled at him, "I’m sorry, Uncle Archy. I camete. You can continue the meeting…" She sincerely apologized to him. Because she deliberated, she didn’t enter the room immediately but waited for the right time.

"A-Arabe? Be...?"

"Yes, uncle," Be smiles before continuing. "I represent Camellia Capital," she says softly enough for only Archy to hear.

Archy was shocked beyond words. He knew Camellia Capital was rted to Emma Donovan. Still, he didn’t expect that thepany was actually associated with Arabe Donovan, the little girl he usually saw when he visited Old Donovan’s house.

He nods with a smile, and after clearing his throat, he reads his cue card once more, now in a louder and more enticing tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let’s continue the meeting."