Right now, it’s a stalemate.
The people below were arguing fiercely. Despite this, Maxwell Saxon maintained a calm deanor, took a sip of coffee from the table, and was about to speak when his phone vibrated.
He pulled out his phone, intending to hang up, but upon seeing the displayed number, he frowned slightly, looked up to apologize to the others, and then took the phone outside.
Once out of the eting room, he imdiately answered the call.
"Young Master, Miss Yates is ill, running a high fever. Please call a doctor imdiately," Sister-in-law Chapman said, her voice laced with anxiety and worry.
Maxwell Saxon’s expression changed slightly: "She’s sick?"
"Yes, she seed fine at noon, but suddenly developed a high fever and her face is pale from coughing."
"I understand. Make sure she’s well taken care of. I’ll send a doctor over right away."
Maxwell ended the call and imdiately called for a doctor to go there at once.
A cold and fever aren’t anything major; a few shots and so dication should do the trick.
However, Maxwell still couldn’t completely ease his mind.
Even after sending a doctor, he couldn’t stop worrying about it, making him sowhat distracted upon returning to the eting room.
Uncle Thompson noticed sothing was off about him.
It was easy to guess where that call ca from.
It’s always been said that a beautiful woman is a source of trouble, and apparently, it’s perfectly true.
Even a man as clear-headed and self-disciplined as the Young Master could find himself utterly captivated by a woman.
To think, during such an important eting, he could be distracted by a woman.
The more Uncle Thompson thought about it, the more he felt that Scarlett Yates had to be removed; she would beco a huge problem sooner or later.
The Young Master was ant for great things and if he got entangled in romance, his willpower would only grow weaker.
He needed to find so way to send her away, to a place where the Young Master wouldn’t be able to find her.
The eting continued, and half an hour later, Sister-in-law Chapman called again.
"Young Master, Miss Yates is having a fit and is very upset. Her fever has reached forty degrees, and she insists on not seeing the doctor. She refused even a sip of the ginger tea we made and even knocked it over."
"Young Master, what on earth should we do? Miss Yates won’t allow the doctor in, and no one dares enter her room."
"But her fever is getting worse, and I’m really afraid things will beco more serious if this drags on."
After hanging up, Maxwell tightens his brow.
A high fever of forty degrees, yet she refuses to see the doctor. Is she throwing a fit at him?
She’s protesting against being kept there.
Her temperant is stubborn; once she makes up her mind, no amount of persuasion will work.
When Maxwell returned to the eting room after the second call, Uncle Thompson’s frown deepened.
Maxwell walked to the conference table, glanced around, and then pulled his gaze back, pausing briefly before placing his hands on the table with an apologetic expression: "Ladies and gentlen, I apologize. I have sothing very urgent and important that I must deal with imdiately, so today’s eting will have to adjourn temporarily."
After saying this, he turned to Uncle Thompson: "Uncle Thompson, I need to leave for a while. Please handle any matters on my behalf during this ti."
After explaining, he hurriedly left.
The eting was adjourned earlier than scheduled, leaving so pleased and others resentful.
So of Roy Saxon’s seasoned subordinates quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while so other shareholders complained that Maxwell Saxon was not taking the shareholders’ eting seriously, as he left abruptly.
Uncle Thompson had to maintain a smiling face, apologizing profusely, and only after much persuasion did he manage to alleviate their grievances.
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