My Invincible Husband Has Returned

Chapter 170

"As you're all aware, we're on the cusp of kicking off our project with Max Group. We need new suppliers, and fast. If we miss our deadlines, the fallout for the Stone family will be massive. We're here to figure out who's going to step up and lock down some new partnerships."

With Reginald's words hanging in the air, a wave of serious chatter swept through the room.

"Looks like someone's got it out for us. Why else would our suppliers be the only ones getting hit?"

"It's got to be one of our rivals. Not many landed a deal with Max Group, and the ones who didn't are green with envy. They're playing dirty, trying to make sure we don't come out on top."

The room buzzed with chatter when Cheryl shot up from her seat, her voice cutting through the noise. "Celena's the lead on this project, right? With the mess we're in, she's the one to deal with it. Let's send Celena!"

Her words set off a chorus of agreement.

"Absolutely! Celena's running the show. She's got to fix the material screw-up."

"For sure! Who else but the lead should step up? It's perfect for Celena. Plus, she's clueless. Might do her some good to get her hands dirty, see what it's really like instead of thinking it's all a game."

The consensus was clear: Celena was it. Meanwhile, Celena sat frozen, her mind a void. She was clueless about the materials, clueless about negotiations. Dumping that on her was a setup for failure.

No one bothered to ask Celena what she thought. They had all but decided for her.

Reginald mulled it over briefly, then gave a nod. "Celena, you're up. The clock's ticking, you've got two days to sort out this mess. Get it done, or it's proof you're not cut out for the lead. You'll be

stepping down and out of the deal." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His verdict was final, and the room's eyes turned to Celena, their faces a mix of smirks and morbid curiosity.

"Grandpa... I..."

Celena was frantic, her face etched with desperation as she turned to Reginald, her eyes brimming with tears, pleading for more time. She wanted to confess to her grandfather that she was out of her depth, that the task was too much for her, and that she was clueless about what to do.

However, Reginald would not let her get a word in, interrupting her mid-sentence, "The decision is final! Celena, as the project's lead, you're expected to handle any curve balls thrown your way with finesse! Now, go get ready!"

Cheryl, the instigator of the proposal, settled back into her chair with a smug smile. She crossed her legs, arms wrapped around herself, taunting Celena, "Really, Celena? You can't manage this simple task, yet you cling to the lead role? Keep dreaming!"