Marshall cleared his throat before continuing, "There will be a board meeting at the office, discussing strategies to elevate the company to new heights."Cordelia nodded, processing the information. "When does it start?" she inquired."At exactly 8 PM," Marshall replied. "Would you like a driver to come and pick you up?"Cordelia glanced at the time. It was only 6:45 AM. "No, don't worry about that," she replied. "I'll be there.”After hanging up, Cordelia turned to Benjamin and noticed he was awake, gazing at her."Hey, you're awake," she greeted, climbing onto him.Benjamin smiled. "Good morning, hun. Of course, you were making calls, so I didn't want to interfere. Is everything alright?”Cordelia nodded and said, "Yes, everything is fine, just my uncle.""What did he do?" Benjamin asked."Nothing big, he just wants me to be present at a meeting happening today at the company," Cordelia explained."Oh, I see. You're going, right?" Benjamin inquired.Cordelia nodded, adding, "He has
As she fastened the buttons of her suit jacket, her thoughts drifted to the meeting ahead, wishing she could be anywhere else. Despite her discontent, she ensured her attire was presentable, albeit with an air of reluctance.Meanwhile, Marshall Winslow, her father, also dressed in his formal attire. In just a few minutes, Marshall and Rose convened in the hall, both dressed for the upcoming meeting. Marshall couldn't help but admire Rose's attire, offering a compliment on her choice of clothing. However, Rose remained silent, her expression conveying her inner turmoil and frustration.Rhoda, noticing Rose's subdued demeanor, approached and affectionately kissed her daughter's cheeks, encouraging her to smile and reminding her of her beauty. Reluctantly, Rose nodded, easing the tension in her features."Hmm, seems someone loves her mom much more than me," Marshall remarked with a wry smile, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.Rose, however, remained silent, her expression conveying h
Marshall shook his head in disbelief. "That can't be possible. Only those among the meeting can be present," he countered firmly, his tone unwavering.Cordelia's expression remained cold as she challenged Marshall's stance. "Why is Rose with you then? Shouldn't she walk out too since she's not among the board?"Rose's anger flared, her cheeks flushed with indignation.Marshall attempted to defend Rose's presence by asserting, "She's my daughter, she has every right to be here."Cordelia, unwilling to back down, asserted her own stance. "And Benjamin is my business partner. He has every right to be here just like Rose." Her tone was firm. One person from the board spoke up, addressing Marshall directly. "Mr. Winslow, she's literally the daughter of the main CEO so she has the right to bring anyone she wants."Marshall, feeling defeated, struggled to find a response. "Right, right," he muttered unwillingly, conceding to the logic presented to him.Cordelia, satisfied with the resolution
Benjamin smirked proudly seeing how cold Cordelia was, he quickly got up when everyone was focused and went to set the phone in the corner to record Cordelia and show to her later. Setting it there, he left it and came to sit down. Rose, taken aback by Cordelia's assertiveness, fell silent, realizing that her attempt to defend her father had been rebuffed. She cast a glance at Marshall, who offered her a reassuring nod, silently acknowledging Cordelia's authority in the matter.Cordelia stood up, her eyes locked onto Marshall. "Mr. Winslow, it's evident that your mismanagement of funds and poor decision-making have led the company into a downward spiral," she accused, her voice tinged with frustration. "Stock prices have plummeted, our financial stability is in jeopardy, and if this continues, the company is heading straight for bankruptcy.”Marshall's expression wavered between surprise and defensiveness as he attempted to formulate a response. He knew Cordelia's accusations held so
"Certainly," Cordelia interjected, her interest piqued. "What specific steps do you suggest we take to reassess our financial management strategy? Do you have a particular strategy in mind?"Benjamin leaned forward, his expression thoughtful yet determined. "Well, for starters, you need to conduct a comprehensive audit of our current financial practices and performance," he began, his voice measured and confident. "This will help you identify any inefficiencies, areas of overspending, or financial risks that need to be addressed.”"Once you have a clear understanding of our financial landscape, we can then develop a tailored strategy to optimize our budgeting processes and resource allocation," Benjamin continued, his tone growing more animated with each word. "This might involve implementing tighter financial controls, renegotiating contracts with suppliers to secure better terms, or diversifying your revenue streams to reduce dependency on any single source of income.”"In addition
Queenie adjusted her dress and walked towards the door, opening it. Benjamin stood there with a cold face, immediately catching her gaze."I thought you people have left. Is there any problem?" Marshall frowned as he addressed Benjamin."Oh, sorry for interrupting. I left my phone here during the meeting, so I came back to pick it up," Benjamin replied, nodding.Marshall nodded and gestured for Queenie to step outside, which she did. Approaching Benjamin with a forced smile, Marshall addressed him by name. "Benjamin, right?""Yes, any problem?" Benjamin responded, his tone firm."I see you're relating well with my niece. They said you were her university mate, right?" Marshall inquired, his tone probing.Benjamin remained silent, his gaze fixed on Marshall.Marshall chuckled, suggesting that Cordelia's absence from home the previous night indicated she had been with Benjamin."Look, Benjamin, I'm not threatening you, but if you don't stay away from Cordelia..." Marshall's voice traile
As the commotion drew the attention of nearby patrons, concerned voices began to murmur around Cordelia. Sensing the need to explain the situation, Cordelia took a deep breath to compose herself before addressing the curious onlookers."Sorry for the disturbance," she began, her voice steady despite the lingering anger in her tone. "These men were harassing me, blowing smoke in my face and trying to touch me despite my protests."She gestured towards the men who had now retreated, their expressions sheepish as they avoided eye contact with the crowd."I had to defend myself," Cordelia continued, her voice firm. "I won't tolerate such behavior, and I hope no one else has to endure it either.”Just then, a car pulled over, stopping nearby. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat as she recognized it as Benjamin's. With a sense of relief washing over her, she hurried towards Benjamin, who had stepped out and was walking towards the gathered crowd. As she reached him, she threw her arms ar
"Stay with you at your house?" Benjamin echoed, surprised by Cordelia's suggestion.Cordelia nodded firmly. "Yes, you came to Denmark for me, right? So it's better to stay with me. At least I can see you more and give you better treatment from there."Benjamin's eyes widened, and he couldn't resist teasing her. "Better treatment? Do you mean a bed treat?" he whispered playfully.Cordelia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she shook her head vigorously. "No, that's not what I mean. Anyway, just come," she urged, her tone earnest.Although Benjamin was already inclined to accept the offer, he pretended to hesitate. "Your uncle isn't going to accept, and besides, no one must know yet that we've known each other all this while, so it's going to be complicated," he reasoned."It's not, trust me," Cordelia reassured him, squeezing his hand. "Just come. I'll make sure you have a place to stay.""What if I don't get a room?" Benjamin asked, feigning concern."Don't worry, my bed is big