A potbellied middle-aged man puffing on a cigar said, "What's there to discuss? There was only one reason for yesterday's stock price turbulence."
"Homelander!"
The entire conference room fell silent.
The fat man continued, "If he had obediently attended the hearing, the stock market wouldn't have plummeted."
"If that video hadn't surfaced yesterday and the Security Bureau hadn't withdrawn its charges..."
"Gentlemen, I dare say more than half the people here today would be jumping off rooftops, myself included!"
A refined-looking Caucasian man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said softly, "Mr. Edgar, on behalf of my investors, I have a question."
"Can Vought still control the Supers as it did before, especially Homelander?"
"My investors don't quite understand why something like yesterday's incident happened."
"If similar incidents continue to occur, my investors will seriously consider whether they should withdraw their investments."
Sitting beside Edgar, a tall, burly man with a full beard said in a deep voice, "Edgar, if the product is out of control, then dispose of it."
"Don't let a single product affect the company's strategic plans."
"Especially not at the expense of our interests."
His words struck a chord.
The fat man with the cigar stood up. "That's right, Edgar."
"At this point, there's no need to be polite with him."
"Didn't you promise us that you had contingency measures for this sort of situation?"
"Then use them."
"Homelander may have made us plenty of money, but look at what he's been doing lately."
"If he can no longer make money for us, then dispose of him."
"Without Homelander, we can still cultivate Patriot. What matters most is that he can be controlled and make money for us!"
The fat man's words drew nods from the directors present.
Just as Edgar was about to say something, his pupils suddenly