Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

In the top-floor boardroom of Shaw Group, the atmosphere was charged with tension.

Senior executives and board members lined both sides of the long, polished table, unease etched across their faces. Ordinarily, Brandon would already be seated at the head, steering this emergency meeting about the company’s fate.

But today, that chair stood empty, and the papers scattered across the table only deepened the sense that something was wrong.

“Why isn’t Brandon here yet?” someone muttered under their breath. “With things spiraling like this, another delay could be p>

The murmurs died as the door swung open.

Every head turned toward the entrance, and shock rippled through the room.

It wasn’t Brandon who appeared—it was Brinley.

She wore a sharply tailored black suit and skirt, her long hair tied neatly into a high ponytail. Even without makeup, her poise gave her a striking presence. Her eyes were focused, steady with confidence.

“Mrs. Moore?” Horace Blakely, a board member, pushed his glasses higher on his nose, disbelief in his voice. “Why are you here? This is a board meeting. You p>

𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻

“I’m here to attend the meeting,” Brinley cut in smoothly, not sparing him a glance as she walked to the seat beside the head chair.

She sat calmly, every motion deliberate, and watched their reactions.

A wave of whispers spread among the board members.

Absolon Myers, a staunch supporter of Lachlan, spoke with a scowl, clearly dissatisfied. “Mrs. Moore, I’m afraid that even as the chairman’s daughter, you cannot be here. The board has strict protocols. Where is your father? He should be leading this meeting, not you p>

“My father is ill and requires rest,” Brinley answered, her eyes sweeping across the table. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried authority that silenced the murmurs. “From this day forward, I’ll be assisting with Shaw Group’s operations to acquaint myself with the company’s affairs p>

Absolon snorted. “Do you even understand the situation Shaw Group is in? Several of our biggest projects are in trouble, and competitors are circling like vultures. How could someone like you, who has never been involved in the company’s core business, possibly help p>

“I am Brandon Shaw’s daughter, and I hold forty percent of Shaw Group’s shares. Doesn’t that give me the right to oversee the company’s operations?” Brinley’s reply was calm, almost casual, but the effect on the room was immediate.

“Forty percent?” someone gasped.

They knew Brandon himself held only thirty percent of the company’s shares. That meant…

“That’s right.” Brinley tapped her fingertips lightly against the table. “My father transferred all of his shares to me. That makes me the largest shareholder of Shaw Group. Therefore, I have every right to participate in the company’s decision-making, not to mention attend this meeting p>

Her eyes locked on Absolon, cold and unyielding. “Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Myers p>

Absolon opened his mouth, then shut it again, unable to force out a reply. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Brandon would hand over his shares to his daughter.

From across the table, Lachlan finally stirred.

He looked up, a brief trace of malice flashing in his eyes before it vanished behind his usual gentle smile. “Brinley, don’t be reckless. This isn’t a game. Business is complex, full of pitfalls. You’re still young p>

“And what, exactly, does being young have to do with it?” Brinley cut him off, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Tell me, Lachlan—does ability come down to age? Or are you implying that when my father lifted you from running a modest construction firm to serving as vice chairman, it was simply because you were older p>

The jab struck home. A flicker of discomfort crossed Lachlan’s face, though he quickly forced composure back into place.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he replied. “I only mean that, with Shaw Group under such pressure from within and without, what we need right now is seasoned leadership. The little company you run hardly compares to Shaw Group’s scale, so p>

“My company is called VantagePath Realty. And last year, the highest-selling project in Bleron belonged to us.” Brinley pulled out her phone and connected it. A second later, the boardroom screen lit up with figures. “This year, VantagePath’s net profit growth rate is one and a half times greater than Shaw Group’s. And I intend to fold VantagePath into Shaw Group. This is my merger proposal p>

She swiped again, and a full merger plan filled the display—clear, meticulous, covering everything from asset integration to project mapping and even risk management. It was obvious this wasn’t a rash idea, but a carefully prepared move.

The room sank into silence, every eye fixed on the glowing screen.

Merging VantagePath Realty into Shaw Group would mean Brinley wasn’t just a shareholder on paper. She was bringing real assets, a proven team, and fresh capital.

“Absurd!” Absolon snapped. “Do you take Shaw Group for your private playground? A merger of this scale—did you seek the board’s approval? For all we know, your plan is to drain Shaw Group dry to fatten your own company p>

Brinley turned her eyes on him. A faint smile touched her lips, but it struck with unexpected force.

“Thank you, Mr. Myers,” she said lightly. “You’ve reminded me of something p>

She reached into her bag and drew out a box, setting it on the table.

When she lifted the lid, the golden seal inside reflected the lamplight. At its base was carved Shaw Group’s emblem—a lush pine tree.

It was the symbol of authority, handed down through generations of the Shaw family.

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