Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 367

Chapter 367: Chapter 367

"They didn’t give you a hard time, did they?" Molly asked softly.

"No." Despite the fact that she had been hassled, warned, and even threatened, the assistant didn’t let on, knowing Molly already had enough on her plate. "So, what’s next, boss?" she asked.

"Come with me to the meeting room," Molly said, picking up the files they had prepared and heading straight for the meeting room.

The assistant couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about Molly today. She seemed more decisive, more determined.

"Oh, and Molly, you passed out at the competition today. Someone tried to poison you. You’re okay, right?" the assistant asked nervously.

"I’m fine," Molly assured her.

"Thank God," the assistant sighed in relief. Then she remembered, "You were amazing at the competition today. Your designs are out of this world. Everyone was blown away. You know, our stock price shot up because of this competition. The old board members are probably scared of your growing influence and want to kick you out. I always thought a capable person like you should be the one running the company."

Molly was touched by the assistant’s loyalty. Then she remembered something, "Check if the two receptionists downstairs are breaking any company rules."

"Got it, boss! No need to check. They are always trying to seduce Harry, inflating expenses, coming late, and leaving early, yet they still get perfect attendance. I’ve had it with them," the assistant blurted out. "Are you going to fire them?"

"Yep, and claim damages while we’re at it."

The assistant was surprised at Molly’s newfound resolve. "I’ll handle it. They’ll regret it!"

Once they arrived at the meeting room, the assistant opened the door for Molly, immediately drawing sarcastic comments from the old board members.

"So, now that you’re CEO, you think you’re too good to open doors?"

The assistant was flustered. It was her idea to open the door for Molly, not Molly’s.

The old board members were cunning and always looking for ways to embarrass Molly.

"You come third in some competition and think you’re hot stuff? Do you want to take over the company? Dream on!" one of them banged on the table.

Molly looked around at the shareholders and directors, finally resting her gaze on Louis. She smirked. "Well, I’d like to ask, what awards have you won in your twenty years in this industry? Third place in an international fashion design competition. Anyone here ever won that?"

The room fell silent.

The assistant’s heart was pounding. Molly had taken control of the room just by stepping in.

"All we need to know is how to run a business," Louis sneered.

"Talking to me about running a business? Alright. Who here could’ve made the stock price soar like it did today before the competition?" Molly asked, her voice icy. "Anyone? No?"

Louis retorted, "You’re only benefiting from the competition!"

"That’s right. But you guys couldn’t benefit from it!" Molly slammed the trophy onto the table. The room fell silent again, and everyone was too pissed off to speak.

Molly pulled out the papers the board had prepared beforehand and slapped them onto the table. "These papers are a mess. The sentences don’t even make sense. This is elementary school level. Do you dare compete with me for control of the company? My grandfather built this company from scratch. What right do you have to control it?"

Louis was speechless, and then Merlin jumped in, "In conclusion, we have the right to dismiss you!"

"Right, as CEO, I don’t have the right to dismiss any of you. I can only accept being dismissed. But today, I acquired shares!"

Every shareholder and board member was gobsmacked, and they all turned to look at her.

Everyone knew that Molly’s uncle had snatched the shares from Molly and her mother, and then her uncle, his wife, and Myra all passed away. The case was still under investigation, so the shares never got to Molly.

However, just recently, Harry, the son of Molly’s uncle, had voluntarily given his shares to Molly to lighten his sentence. Moreover, the fact that Molly’s uncle had unlawfully possessed their shares was cleared up, and now the shares had been transferred to Molly according to procedure.

In other words, Molly was now the biggest shareholder in the group.

She said, "With my current position, I could sack any of you."

President Merlin was so angry he threw his ID badge on the conference table. "Fine, I quit! Let’s see if the company can survive without me."

"No biggie," President Louis also threw down his badge, clearly opposing Molly.

A little assistant couldn’t help worrying for Molly. These two presidents were too much, and they were obviously trying to embarrass her!

However, Molly sat at the head of the conference table as if she had foreseen this and coldly chuckled, "Anyone else want to leave?"

As soon as she said this, the room fell silent again.

"That’s it? Just these two?" Molly found it amusing. Weren’t the entire board trying to oust her? How come only two dared to stand up? Where were the others? Had they all chickened out?

She said, "I’ve already hired someone from abroad. Anyone of your positions can be replaced."

Upon hearing this, President Jay angrily slammed the table, "Molly, are you trying to replace all of us?"

Molly replied, "I didn’t say that. I just found some extra talents, just in case."

President Jay pointed at her angrily, "I’ve worked with your father for many years. If he knew—"

Before he could finish, Molly cut him off, "If he knew you betrayed him right after he died, supported my uncle to take his position, tried to reduce our shares, bullied his wife and daughter, do you think my father would let you sit here?"

President Jay didn’t expect her to be a completely different person after she returned from the competition.

Molly angrily slammed the table, "None of you are worthy to talk about your friendship with my father!"

The meeting room fell silent again.

The assistant was dumbfounded, and she hadn’t expected Molly to be so powerful today.

At that moment, an employee knocked on the meeting room door and entered.

"Sorry to interrupt, President Molly, Mr. Collins from Collins Fashion is waiting for you in the lounge. He said that the cooperation discussion isn’t finished and was wondering how much longer you’d be?"

Collins Fashion? Hunter?

Everyone was surprised. Such an important figure—why would he negotiate with the small group?

No wonder Molly was so confident. Turned out she had a connection with Collins Fashion. She had the support of Collins Fashion.