Maeve Reese was once your wife. Did you have any part in her actions?

"Regardless, you cannot escape responsibility. I believe you should step down and undergo an investigation to provide an explanation."

Several senior executives voiced their support for Byron's removal. However, many remained silent.

Byron curled his thin lips into a slight smile, his eyes devoid of warmth. "An explanation? Do I need to provide you with one?" He exuded an overwhelming aura, filling the room with an invisible pressure that made breathing difficult.

The executive who had spoken pressed on. "Mr. McDaniel, this is for the sake of the company. We can't let this scandal affect the entire organization."

"And I've heard you don't hold Mrs. McDaniel's shares. Apart from Mr. Gilbert, the largest stake belongs to Mrs. McDaniel."

Byron narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Someone asked, "Is that so? Then who took Mrs. McDaniel's shares?"

The meeting room door opened. Neville entered, removing his sunglasses and glancing around the table. He smiled at Byron. "Sorry, brother, but Grandma entrusted her shares to me before she passed."

The executives exchanged bewildered glances. They couldn't comprehend Neville's involvement, given his dismissal years earlier.

Byron said calmly, "Where are the written documents?"

"Don't rush, brother; I brought them," Neville replied, signaling his lawyer to read them aloud.

The lawyer read until the line: "Granting 27% of the McDaniel Group to the grandson, Neville McDaniel, with only Gilbert McDaniel having the right to reclaim it." Neville interrupted.

"Brother, thanks to your ex-wife, Grandpa was recovering, but she feared he would testify against her, so she drugged him," Neville said with a sinister smile. "What a shame. Only Gilbert could reclaim those shares. Unfortunately, he's now near death."

An executive interjected, "Mr. McDaniel, Neville's shares exceed yours, and we witnessed his capabilities. He's fully capable of acting as president during your suspension."

"I agree, Mr. McDaniel. We need to prioritize the bigger picture."

"You and Neville are family. It wouldn't matter who holds this position."

These executives ostensibly advised Byron to weigh the pros and cons, but they were clearly pressuring him to step down. Archer fumed, thinking, These fools do nothing but chase bonuses. They don't consider who allows them to live comfortably. Would Neville even be capable?

"Are you done?" Byron casually crossed his legs, observing the executives as if watching a clown show.

"Brother, you've managed the group well. Don't worry: I'll take good care of it," Neville said, smiling.

Byron curled his lips slightly. "My company is doing well, but I'm afraid you won't enjoy it." Neville frowned. Is he unwilling to admit defeat even now?

"Archer, turn on the projector," Byron commanded.

"Yes, Mr. McDaniel," Archer replied, promptly obeying.

The projector displayed a figure they all recognized: Gilbert! The room erupted.

Neville shot up. How is this possible? He should be dead! "Hello, everyone. It's been a while," Gilbert said, his face pale but his eyes sharp. "I'll keep this brief. The shares I entrusted to my beloved grandson before my wife passed..."

"And who is Neville McDaniel? He's the one who, years ago, was swapped with my biological grandson, becoming an illegitimate beneficiary."

This revelation shocked the executives. If Neville wasn't the biological heir, his shares were illegitimate.

Neville's expression turned cold.

Gilbert continued, "My lawyer will arrive shortly. These shares rightfully belong to my biological grandson, Byron McDaniel."

Some executives argued, "Mr. Gilbert, if Mr. McDaniel and his ex-wife conspired to harm you, he may not be qualified for the presidency."

Gilbert scoffed. "What, you think you know better than I do who's been trying to harm me?"

The executives exchanged puzzled glances. "Are you implying...?"

Gilbert ignored them, turning to Neville. "Do you have anything to say?"

"Grandpa," Neville said, his smile twisted, "I'm thrilled to see you awake."

Byron interrupted. "The police will arrive shortly, and you can celebrate then."

Neville glared. "What did you mean by that?"

"On New Year's Eve, four years ago, you tampered with Grandpa's gift. Need I remind you?" Byron's eyes narrowed. "You even used Red Blade poison, faking the knife wounds. You went to great lengths."

This poison created wounds resembling knife cuts, leaving no trace.

Neville smiled. "I underestimated you. You even know about that poison."

"You were lucky to discover it; otherwise, Maeve Reese would bear the blame for life. The scheme was flawless. Maeve fell into your trap."

"Oh?" Byron's voice was icy. "Did you think today was a coincidence?"

Neville paused, then realized: "Maeve Reese!"

"What's up? Did someone call for me?" A slender figure appeared behind Gilbert on the screen, smiling.