My Ex-husband Begs Me Back

Chapter 1504 Offense

Chapter 1504 Offense

But Camille had no intention of continuing to watch them digest her words. After she finished speaking, she stood up from her chair. She looked down at everyone and then indifferently said, "I've said all I wanted to. Now it's time for everyone to think. If anyone wants to leave Armstrong Corp, I won't stop them. If you want to stay, of course, you're welcome. Since everyone is here in the company today, let's give it an hour. We'll take turns coming to my office for a private chat. I also have some things I want to discuss with each of you individually, about the betrayal within our company."

Camille didn't want to say much about the betrayal, but her words were enough to cause a great disturbance and commotion among everyone.

Once Camille left the meeting room, the atmosphere inside the room became chaotic.

The most talkative and meddlesome individuals remained silent.

Those without strong opinions were worried, "What's going on? What does she mean by this? Is she planning to kick us out?"

"Is there something beneficial to Armstrong Corp? So, she wants to keep it all to herself?"

"And what does she mean by 'betrayal'? Is she suspecting one of us?"

The more they discussed, the more tense the atmosphere became. Only those who usually had a lot to say and loved to show off remained silent with extremely unpleasant expressions.

The tension lasted for about five minutes when Horace's secretary knocked on the meeting room door. He said, "Everyone, Mrs. Simpson is ready. Who wants to go first?" Camille was quick and her decision could not be changed.

Upon hearing the secretary's reminder, everyone's expressions became even more grim. Some were so worried, they didn't dare say another word and just hoped that someone else would speak up first. Horace's secretary stood waiting at the door for a while but did not receive any response. He naturally felt no need to rush since Camille had said that they needed time to accept the situation. He just stood there, constantly reminding them without offering any urgent prompting.

In the office, Camille sat in front of Horace's desk, where the coffee was still steaming. Camille stared at the coffee absentmindedly. Kian interrupted softly, "Madam, do you think they will cooperate?"

Camille lifted her gaze to look at Kian, her tone devoid of any emotion, so it was impossible to tell whether she was pleased or not. She simply said, "It's up to them. If they don't cooperate, that's fine too. It will save me from dealing with them. If they are willing to cooperate, I will be pleased."

Camille said she would be pleased, but there was no visible excitement on her face, only a polite indifference.

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Camille continued to gaze at the coffee for a while. She looked at her watch and then sat up straight, "Ten minutes. It seems they are more hesitant than I imagined!" She wasn't a monster, so why were they so nervous?

Camille found it somewhat amusing.

Kian responded in a low voice, "Madam, if they don't cooperate, we should just announce a massive clean-up within Armstrong Corp!"

Camille blinked and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Wouldn't that be too direct? Wouldn't it be better to leave them with a bit of dignity?" Camille asked, but there was no indication of her wanting to refuse.

Kian looked at her and didn't dare to question her. Her current cold and calculating demeanor was reminiscent of Ayan.

Quietly, he hoped that Yessica would become more like her someday, she's brilliant in her own way.

As soon as Camille finished speaking, the office door was pushed open.

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It was Horace's secretary who opened it, but he wasn't alone. He was followed by a small shareholder who usually liked to portray himself as a good person. With only a smal stake in Armstrong Corp, he naturally had no power, and there was always the risk of beingo excluded from the shareholders' meeting. He had always adhered to a strategy of being the first to investigate and then inform the others. This way, he hoped to be remembered when anything good happened in the future.

He entered with a forced smile, looking at Camille politely. He asked, "Miss Armstrong, I'm here. What did you want to talk to me about?"

Camille looked at him without responding immediately. She simply said, "Sit down."

The small shareholder quickly nodded and took a seat in the chair opposite Camille. He also nodded to Kian, remembering that Kian was Ayan's man and tried to engage in conversation. But Kian remained expressionless and didn't respond. He didn't even seem to have noticed the small shareholder, not saying a word.

The small shareholder felt

embarrassed, but this awkwardness only lasted for two seconds. He then turned his attention back to Camille and said, "Miss Armstrong, what did you want to talk to us about

individually? If you want to purchase my shares, I'm a bit unwilling. I have deep feelings for Armstrong Corp, even though my stake is small. I've been supporting Armstrong Corp all these years, witnessing the good and the bad. I've always wanted to support Armstrong Corp."

The man tried to express his loyalty and sincerity, perhaps to reassure Camille.

Camille showed no emotion and simply glanced at him. "I haven't said anything yet, so why are you so nervous?"

The small shareholder was slightly startled and then said, "My silence doesn't mean anything. I just wanted to express my thoughts and my attitude."

"You don't need to rush to explain to me. The reason for having each of you come in for a private chat is not to force you to transfer your shares. I just have a few questions I want to ask you." "Miss Armstrong, I'm here."

"Do you know which shareholders are not loyal to Armstrong Corp?"

Camille was direct, not beating around the bush.

This was an easy question, but answering poorly could offend someone.

The small shareholder's face stiffened, and his dull eyes kept moving, trying to think of a smooth way to answer without offending anyone.

The atmosphere remained quiet, and Camille didn't rush him. She waited for him to think it through and speak.

The small shareholder looked at

Camille several times with a furtive

glance. Camille didn't call him out on

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it and just let him look. Camille picked up the coffee cup on table and took a sip. It was at this moment that the small shareholder spoke, "Miss Armstrong, do you mean that there really is a traitor within Armstrong Corp?"