My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1162

Atlas smiled, saying nothing. He wondered how they would feel when they knew Melody was Nash’s follower.

Atlas scrolled through his phone and realized that a large number of Fulcrum Group’s top executives had gotten into scandals. Even core executives openly reported the president, Saul Eve’s, dark history.

“It’s no wonder she’s a powerful woman. She’s ruthless and stunning. ‘Atlas lightly sipped his wine.

Fulcrum Group’s share price was previously at 36 bucks and plummeted to 15 bucks in just one day. It was a devastating blow. He suddenly admired this woman. Perhaps only someone like Nash could match such an outstanding businesswoman.

“Winston, should we sell the shares? If the price keeps dropping, I’ll be left with nothing!” Stefano was on the verge of tears. Despite his flashy appearance, he had invested his entire three million into the stock market.

“I… I… I don’t know!” Winston was also heartbroken. He scratched his head in hesitation.

After pondering for a moment, Atlas said, “There’s no need to sell them. Melody will definitely regain control of Fulcrum Group, and the share price will rebound by then.”

Coming from a top-tier family in Capiton, although he had not ventured into business, he had been exposed to it since childhood. H understood Melody’s motives and immediately determined the future direction of the company’s share price.

Nash caught their conversation. He had never doubted Melody’s business acumen. He would not even bat an eyelid if she were to ask to borrow billions from him.

drunk and swaying. He had one hand resting on Emmet’s shoulder while the other

He would welcome anyone

Martial

this banquet. The Martial Arts Association was under the Freeman Martial Alliance’s surveillance. The news of his safe return from the hospital would quickly spread

and they should be taking

saying, ” Yes… I should drink… less… I can’t drink

that, he slumped onto the table,

into laughter. “This old guy has such poor

Waldo sighed helplessly.

gazed toward the door. Dozens of people dressed in black martial arts uniforms

them was a stage five grandmaster with sparse white hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded a fierce aura as he walked. He wore an arrogant smile on his face, and

the word ‘villain’ written

of the Freeman Martial Alliance. He had terrifying strength, considering he was a stage

fell silent. The apprentices of

trembled, too afraid to