Chapter 241: One Dilemma After Another

“What if I am?” Calan calmly snuffed out his cigarette, meeting Warren’s piercing stare with a taunting half-smirk.

“The company’s crisis seems tied to your private dramas, doesn’t it, Mr. Mitchell? Given your promise to Vivienne, why the continued intrigue with Natalie? Your scandal has consumed the internet, and now, leaking Vivienne’s photos seems like a desperate diversion. Is it so hard to face your misdeeds?”

Calan’s criticism sharpened. “Vivienne had a point. Your personal indiscretions directly impact the company, given your role. If you lack the insight to see how crucial your conduct is, why should you remain at the helm? Our funds were meant to support Mitchell Group, not your public scandals.”

Warren stood firm, his hands clenched into fists as he suppressed his mounting fury.

“Mr. Mitchell, consider this a grace period to resolve these issues. Should you fail to reassure us, we’ll be forced to reconsider our investment.” Rising abruptly, Calan stormed out, the door slamming shut.

The room fell silent as the other board members cast uneasy glances toward Warren, then quietly departed one by one.

Now alone in the large meeting room, Warren remained. Just as his assistant was about to enter, he heard something shatter inside. He froze, momentarily shocked. A tense silence followed until the meeting room door swung open.

Warren emerged, his demeanor ominous and foreboding, radiating cold hostility. After a moment of silence, his assistant cautiously approached, respectfully addressing him as “Mr. Mitchell.”

Warren’s sharp eyes cut through him. With trembling hands, the assistant offered a document.

Warren inquired coldly, “What is this?”

The assistant nervously explained, “The senior authorities just issued this announcement.”

Warren headed to his office, studying the document with a critical eye. His expression darkened, his face hardening like ice. In his effort to protect Diana, he’d reluctantly forfeited the southern district land, redirecting his energy toward other ventures. The document, however, seemed to derail his plans.

Impossible! It seemed fate itself was arrayed against him. The authorities were scrutinizing Mitchell Group’s environmental practices, specifically halting the hot spring hotel initiative. Each day’s delay at this crucial stage meant increased financial losses. If this continued, the ongoing projects would eventually cripple Mitchell Group. This project was Warren’s first solo endeavor since Vivienne’s departure from Mitchell Group, and he was determined to avoid mistakes. Should the board members discover these issues, his leadership would be jeopardized. He felt he’d escaped one dilemma only to face another, even more dire.

With a swift motion, Warren closed the document, masking his growing anxiety. “Get Mr. Hayes on the line immediately!”

At The Summer Bistro, small bridges spanned trickling streams, amid vintage furniture exuding old-world charm. Under the evening sky, the flowing water shimmered like liquid silver.

The Summer Bistro, a haven of exclusivity, catered only to Lyhaton’s elite, never opening its doors to the general public. Its renowned discretion made it a preferred retreat for the city’s power brokers.

After several toasts, Warren asked, “Mr. Hayes, any word on when the authorities will conclude their investigation?”