Chapter 893
After all, lan had shown considerable support for York’s lab during their collaboration with Starnova Group.
“Alright, I’ll ask him when I get the chance,” Eleanor said, nodding as she saw York into the elevator.
In the lobby, York’s assistant was waiting. Eleanor stopped, watching them leave.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Joy.
“Ellie, I just heard from a source at Yarnton. Yeaton Holdings’ overseas medical plant is in deep trouble. Isn’t lan a shareholder and on their board? He’s really shot himself in the foot with this one p>
Below the message was a link. She tapped it, and it opened to a detailed financial news report. Yeaton Holdings had been exposed for environmental violations and labor exploitation, and the local government had ordered a complete shutdown and investigation. In the fallout, Yeaton’s stock had plummeted, wiping nearly five billion off its market value and severely impacting its investors—including lan, a key shareholder and board member.
Eleanor frowned.
Roland Yeaton was always long on ambition and short on the talent to back it up. He was always looking for shortcuts and dabbling in shady practices. Sooner or later, his dealings were bound to catch up with him.
This was a mess of lan’s own making. Whatever the consequences, he would have to face them.
At the Yeaton Holdings headquarters, the conference room was deathly silent. You could have heard a pin drop.
The atmosphere shifted the moment lan stepped inside.
“Mr. Goodwin, you’re here. Please, have a seat,” Roland Yeaton said, hurrying to greet him. He seemed to shrink in lan’s presence, his face a mask of deference.
Everyone at Yeaton Holdings knew Roland was supposedly lan’s future father-in- law. Seeing his terrified expression now, they couldn’t help but wonder if that was truly the case.
lan remained silent, standing tall. His mere presence filled the room, exuding the cold, decisive aura of a corporate titan. He didn’t sit, nor did he ever glance at Roland. His ley gaze swept over the assembled executives before landing on the thick stack of reports on the conference table.
He picked up the top report, his eyes narrowing as he scanned it. After only a few minutes, he tossed it back onto the table, pointing to a specific figure. “Where did this number come from p>
Roland looked at the spot lan indicated-it was the previous quarter’s profit report, and the figures were obviously, and ridiculously, fabricated. The color drained from his face.
The executive responsible for the report shot to his feet. “That-Mr. Goodwin, that was just “
lan’s glacial stare cut him off. The man stammered, “I-I made a mistake. I’ll redo the report right away p>
“If this number is wrong, I have no reason to believe any of the others are correct,” lan said, his voice dangerously low, “You are wasting my time. He tore the report in half and threw the pieces in front of the trembling executive.
The room was stunned into silence.
“Is this how you answer to your shareholders, and board?” lan’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an intense,
suffocating pressure. With a pile With a pile of useless paper that dodges all the important issues.” The unspoken accusation hung in the air you are all useless*. Content beléngs to
Sweat beaded on Roland’s forehead. “Mr. Goodwin, we p>
“I don’t want to hear any excuses,” lan cut him off, leaning forward and placing his
hands on the table. “I want a viable solution on my desk by four p.m p>
Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.