Quavon’s face turned glum.
In terms of the number of shareholders, he was outnumbered.
In the past few days, Quavon had been running around, spending a lot of money to recover the shares of some small shareholders.
The other major shareholders remained unmoved. They did not look like they wanted a better offer either.
Quavon knew that things were not so simple.
The shareholders below raised their hands one after another.
The atmosphere in the room was heated up for a moment.
It was as if they could already envision getting a cut of Sloan Corporation.
How satisfying!
Quavon’s gaze was sunken and dark as he stared at Clayton. 'He’s here, but he didn't make a move? What the hell is he trying to do?’
Finally, just as the Vice President was about to make a final decision, Quavon finally could not hold back. He looked at Clayton and opened his mouth.
"Wait a minute! Everyone, you should know that I have
a son, and he's..."
Before Clayton’s name was called out, Clayton's face suddenly sank and turned cold.
Clayton was not willing to be labeled as an illegitimate son on this kind of occasion.
As usual, Quavon was annoying and only cared for his own selfish interests.
Coincidentally, the Vice President interrupted Quavon from the side.
"Chairman Sloan, what’s the use of talking about this now? Is there not enough scandals for the Sloan family?"
He was sitting up there, and his voice clearly passed through the microphone and reached everyone's ears.
The conference hall was instantly silent.
Quavon looked at the Vice President at the side with a glum face.
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