A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“Got it. I’ll inform Mrs. Nightshire,” Rayson said while looking at them.

He then made a sarcastic remark. “We have no idea if Mr. Nightshire is dead or alive, yet, none of you seniors in the company and business partners showed him any concern. And it seems fighting over the chairman’s position is more important than anything else at this point. You should be proud of yourselves.”

Rayson walked out of the room after ending his sentence. The expression on all the directors’ faces turned grim when they heard what he said.

Oswald nearly wanted to respond with a cold snort and storm out of the room, but since there were still other directors around, he steadied himself.

After plastering a cursory smile on his face, he looked at the directors and asked, “Let’s have some breakfast, shall we?”

One of the directors replied, “Forget it. There are other things I have to attend to!”

“Yeah, me too. I have to take my mom to the hospital as she’s not feeling well,” another echoed.

The directors all left the room.

Dayver a shudder. After a short pause, he bade Oswald farewell and left in a hurry as well. Even a gullible fool like Dayver chose

Nightshire Manor. After parking his car in the garage, she

ashen-faced Susanne was. Things would have been different if Mr. Nightshire was still

already taken her husband away, so let’s hope the heavens don’t take her

“Mrs. Nightshire.”

must have heard about Vinson, right? Send people to rescue

out his phone and spent half an hour instructing

sigh of relief when

did not want to disturb

over Nightshire Group. Rayson would not allow the company to fall

hearing that, Susanne looked upward to glance at him. “Cornered you in your office? Why would he do

wants to be the chairman of Nightshire