Madelyn listened quietly. In this industry, where interests intertwined and competition was fierce, only by keeping a firm grip on the pulse of the times could one remain standing amid the storms.
"I completely understand what you mean, Mr. Edgar. Generating greater profits for the company has always been at the heart of our work. And in that process, The Seven of Superheroes are undoubtedly our most valuable assets. However, as you said, we must distinguish priorities. If a decision could harm the company's fundamental interests, then even when it concerns someone as powerful as Homelander, we cannot hesitate or feel any attachment."
As she spoke, a flash of resolve crossed Madelyn's eyes. She knew that while Superheroes could bring the company immense commercial value and public attention, once they became a burden—or their personal actions conflicted with the company's long-term plans—then, for the greater good, sacrificing individual members would be unavoidable.
After all, in this world where business reigned supreme, there were no eternal friends, only eternal interests.
Edgar nodded in satisfaction. He appreciated Madelyn's decisiveness and courage.
Less than two days later, Edgar carefully arranged a gathering, inviting several high-ranking military officers and senior Department of Defense officials. The venue was an extravagantly luxurious private club.
The club's interior was elegantly decorated. Dazzling crystal chandeliers cast a soft yet brilliant glow over the exquisite porcelain and silverware, adding an air of nobility and solemnity.
Edgar personally welcomed every guest. His smile was like a spring breeze—neither overly warm nor discourteously distant.
He led everyone into a private room that had been reserved in advance. It was arranged to be warm and comfortable, with soft sofas, an exquisite coffee table, and fresh flowers on the table, all revealing the host's care and taste.
After everyone had taken their seats,