Yulia O'Connell wanted to withdraw her hand, but Cole O'Connell imperiously refused, continuing to hold her hand tightly as they walked down the stairs. His broad thumb slipped into the pocket of his suit pants as his deep gaze swept over the few people ahead.
"Is everything fine with the company?"
"Not really, there's been an incident in the company," one person stood up. "The old lady came to the company this morning. She checked several of the contracts we completed earlier and rejected all of them, demanding we rectify them, saying..."
"Saying what?"
"Saying you are bewitched by a woman, and fearing you might do something detrimental to the company. From now on, any company event or major cooperation must be reported to her. And behind the scenes, the old lady acquired shares from two shareholders; she now holds thirty percent of the shares!"
"Yes, it seems the old lady wants to control the company and seize the power from your hands!"
Another person chimed in.
