The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon

Jerry hung up the phone and picked up a pen from the table to

change his vote. Then he put it in the box and spoke to Blake. “Mr. Munoz, I’m sorry.” Blake was confused.

Before he could figure out what was going on, another shareholder’s phone started ringing. Similar things went on and on until the atmosphere in the meeting room became weird. “Now, let me announce the voting results,” Cory said, projecting the data onto the screen. Each ballot was certified by the legal department of the Munoz Group.

On the slides, the blue bar represented Harriet’s support rate, and it was 83%. The red bar represented Blake’s support rate, and it was only 10%, with some abstentions.

“This is impossible!” Blake couldn’t accept this result. He had already discussed with the other shareholders that once he became chairman, he would give them many benefits.

He was so angry that he didn’t even want to pretend anymore. He shouted in anger, slamming the table. “How is it possible that | only have 10% support? You cheated!”

Harriet was also surprised, but she soon associated Delbert with those mysterious phone calls. “All this data was generated right under your nose. You're not blind, are you?” Harriet scoffed, hiding her excitement.

“Ask yourself. What qualifications do you have to be chairman of the Munoz Group? If it’s not cheating, then what is it?” Blake retorted.

He kicked the chair next to him, declaring war against Harriet.

Harriet remained calm and sneered, “Whether or not | have the ability, it’s not up to you to decide.

“And | almost got hit by a car last night.”.

The car accident was suspicious. Luckily, Delbert saved her in time.

She slowly stood up, put her hands on the table, and smirked at Blake.

“I've called the police. If | find out that someone stabbed me in the back, | will make them pay a heavy price,” she said. Blake laughed sarcastically and looked Harriet up and down, mocking, “Oh? It seems that God is blind.”

The air between them grew tenise, and the others didn’t dare interrup

“Madam, the police are here,” Cory whispered.

Harriet glanced at Blake and put away her smile.

“Blake, remember to compensate for the broken chair. Let's wait and see!” Harriet said before getting out of the room. “Mrs. Carlson, we currently have no evidence to prove that the accident was intentional,” said two police officers in the reception

room.

It shattered Harriet’s hopes of sending Blake to prison. “What about the driver?” She asked. Harriet sat across from the police and frowned.

“The driver has fled the scene. After you reported the incident, we immediately sent someone to pursue him, but we haven't got any clues,” said the older police officer, as if the answer was already in

his mind. TIT GET IT NOW

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