Novel Square
Chapter 660
“We heard that Elliot went blind. Is that true? The Jenkins family rules say that one with disabilities. shouldn’t hold power and lead the family. Due to his health reasons, Elliot often neglects his duties at the Jenkins Group, causing a decline in profits over the past month. Shareholders and directors are all frustrated!”
The several directors purposely called in all chimed in, “Exactly! Since Mr. Jenkins can’t ensure our profits, the position of CEO should be given to someone else!”
Seeing Noah remaining silent, Stanley grew more emotional, deliberately raising his voice, “A blind man can’t be the head of the Jenkins family. It’s an embarrassment to our family! We’re here today to summon Elliot, to have him relinquish control in front of all the Jenkins family elders!”
Noah chuckled, showing a rare change in expression.
“If it weren’t for Elliot, the Jenkins family wouldn’t have the status of today’s new richest family. What he brought to the Jenkins family and the Jenkins Group is unprecedented glory. What have you. contributed to the Jenkins Group? Do you have the qualifications to stand here and shout?”
Stanley was left speechless by Noah’s retort.
Throughout the Jenkins Group, employees were only aware of Elliot, rarely hearing about his father, Peter, let alone Stanley.
Peter, standing nearby, had a pained expression. “Ah, Noah is right. Elliot is a good kid. I’m heartbroken over the troubles he’s facing. If it weren’t for the family rules, he would be the most suitable leader for the Jenkins family!”
“Heartbroken?” Noah’s tone was sarcastic. “If you truly care, why not blind your eyes now? You’d gain a reputation for loving your nephew if you do so. But you won’t dare because you are ungrateful, unkind, and have selfish ambitions.”
Peter remained silent, and the other Jenkins family members looked pale.
Noah spared no respect for them, relentlessly confronting them. However, the crowd knew about his reputation, making them unable to argue back.
Seeing the Jenkins family members silent, Noah turned his gaze to Romello, coldly asking, “What about you?”
Romello just smiled, casting a sidelong glance at his subordinates behind him.
The captain of the Ninth Division of the National Investigation Bureau, Jacob Levy, stepped forward immediately to explain, “Mr. Noah, Mr. Jenkins has lost his sight. It’s feared he may not be fit to continue as the head of the National Investigation Bureau. All the captains and vice officers of the National Investigation Bureau jointly request Mr. Jenkins to step down and propose Mr. Romello as the new bureau chief.”
Noah gazed at Romello, saying, “Since it’s your idea, care to share a few words?”
With a faint smile, Romello replied calmly, “Since Mr. Jenkins is unwell, he should relieve himself of the burden and rest at home. What I’m doing is for the better future of the National Investigation Bureau.”
Noah chose to remain silent.
Although Romello’s ambitions were clear, he was more upfront about them than Peter.
Outside the main gate, the situation remained tense.
Seeing Noah no longer engaging in confrontation, Stanley resumed his clamor, “Mr. Noah, I don’t know what Elliot offered you to make you support him like this, but if we can’t see Elliot today, we’ll have to force our way in!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards Corey had previously arranged, hidden in the shadows, jumped out, surrounding them.
There was a loud thud, startling Stanley.
Peter furrowed his thick brows, obviously displeased. “Elliot is the head of the Jenkins family. If Mr. Santiago Jenkins finds out that things got out of hand today and turned into a brawl, Elliot will be held responsible. As the Lawson family members, do you really dare to intervene?”
Noah remained stern, still refusing to speak.
The balcony door on the mansion’s third floor suddenly opened, and Elliot’s magnetic, hoarse voice sounded,
“Uncle Peter, are you that eager? If all you want is power, I can give it to you!”
All eyes below turned toward the third–floor balcony and found Elliot standing lazily by the railing. Despite wearing a cute, fluffy gray robe, he exuded a cold, majestic aura.
He was wearing sunglasses, and his expression was calm and composed as he tilted his head slightly, looking as if he was observing the group at the main gate.
With his appearance, Romello narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the eyes beneath Elliot’s sunglasses from a distance.
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With a faint smile, Romello replied calmly, “Since Mr. Jenkins is unwell, he should relieve himself of the burden and rest at home What I’m doing is for the better future of the National Investigation Bureau.”
Noah chose to remain silent.
Although Romello’s ambitions were clear, he was more upfront about them than Peter.
Outside the main gate, the situation remained tense. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Seeing Noah no longer engaging in confrontation, Stanley resumed his clamor, “Mr. Noah, I don’t. know what Elliot offered you to make you support him like this, but if we can’t see Elliot today, we’ll have to force our way in!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards Corey had previously arranged, hidden in the shadows, jumped out, surrounding them.
There was a loud thud, startling Stanley.
Peter furrowed his thick brows, obviously displeased. “Elliot is the head of the Jenkins family. If Mr. Santiago Jenkins finds out that
got out of hand today and turned into a brawl, Elliot will be
held responsible. As the Lawson family members, do you really dare to intervene?”
Noah remained stern, still refusing to speak.
The balcony door on the mansion’s third floor suddenly opened, and Elliot’s magnetic, hoarse voice
sounded.
“Uncle Peter, are you that eager? If all you want is power, I can give it to you!”
All eyes below turned toward the third–floor balcony and found Elliot standing lazily by the railing. Despite wearing a cute, fluffy gray robe, he exuded a cold, majestic aura.
He was wearing sunglasses, and his expression was calm and composed as he tilted his head slightly, looking as if he was observing the group at the main gate.
With his appearance, Romello narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the eyes beneath Elliot’s sunglasses from a distance.