Hearing Ye Chongli's question to Ye Yizhou, Liu Dawei briefly closed his eyes, reluctant to accept it, cursing inwardly as he made his own calculations.
Ye Yizhou was a spoiled rich kid who had spent his time fooling around in the entertainment industry since graduating. What did he know about running or developing a company?
Ye Chongli spoiled his youngest son far too much!
If things really kept heading this way, Lingyao Group would be finished sooner or later.
Liu Dawei worked to maintain his smile as he looked at Ye Yizhou.
Ye Yizhou sat up on the sofa, adopting a broad, commanding posture, and slowly raised his head to look at Liu Dawei, his presence instantly imposing.
"When we first met, I politely reminded you not to meddle in other people's family affairs or be so possessive about other people's projects."
Ye Yizhou's voice was cold and stern, his words firm and his presence commanding without any show of anger. "With that little stake you hold, take your annual dividends if you want them. If they're beneath you and you want to dump your shares, just say so. No one's stopping you. But you pulled these underhanded tricks behind our backs, damaging the company's reputation and sending its stock price plunging. I haven't even called you to account, yet you have the nerve to come here and turn the blame on us. Aren't you something!"
"No, that's not what we meant."
Faced with such an accusation from Ye Yizhou, Liu Dawei hastily denied it in fright. Shares in Lingyao Group were a hot commodity. Who would want to dump them?
"That's not what you meant? Can you honestly say you weren't the ones who deliberately recorded me during the meeting? Or that you weren't the ones who anonymously sent