Chapter 463 Mockery
Just as Larry was about to bring the meeting to an end smugly, a voice chimed in and interrupted, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it someone else’s duty to handle this matter on behalf of Mr. Russell? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate for Mr. Russell to offer some insights?”
A stunned silence fell over the room. Larry glanced at Summer, frowning slightly.
“I have been given complete authority over the Vaste case by Mr. Russell himself,” he stated confidently. “If you have any concerns, please get in touch with me directly. Given his recent health issues, it’s best not to burden Mr. Russell with additional stress.”
Dexter did not even want to be here today. However, with few pressing matters on the agenda and Larry’s persistent reminders, he begrudgingly showed up to see what was happening.
Dexter’s apathy amplified the Vaste community’s prejudiced opinions, increasing their resentment and dissatisfaction.
“How dare you! The Vaste has endured many trials and tribulations over the years. We’ve seen it all, and we won’t be vanquished.
Their words reverberated with great determination. Suddenly, Dexter let out a derisive laughter that displayed his disdain. “What’s so funny?”
Summer was at the forefront, but she struggled to speak due to her affiliation with Vanke.
The man’s silhouette remained nonchalant, seemingly not fully grasping the situation. “Even those from a media background are concerned about superficialities during times of crisis. No wonder Vaste has ended up in its current state, Dexter said coldly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” the crowd roared.
Isn’t that the truth? Their furious outburst stemmed from the uncomfortable truth hitting too close to home. A wave of embarrassment washed over them.
Beneath his detached demeanor, there was a subtle vulnerability. He coolly glanced at Summer before exiting the room, with the entire Russell group closely following behind,
Just as Larry was about to bring the meeting to an end smugly, a voice chimed in and interrupted, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it someone else’s duty to handle this matter on behalf of Mr. Russell? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate for Mr. Russell to offer some insights?”
A stunned silence fell over the room. Larry glanced at Summer, frowning slightly.
“I have been given complete authority over the Vaste case by Mr. Russell himself,” he stated confidently. “If you have any concerns, please get in touch with me directly. Given his recent health issues, it’s best not to burden Mr. Russell with additional stress.
Dexter did not even want to be here today. However, with few pressing matters on the agenda and Larry’s persistent reminders, he begrudgingly showed up to see what was happening.
Dexter’s apathy amplified the Vaste community’s prejudiced opinions, increasing their resentment and dissatisfaction.
“How dare you! The Vaste has endured many trials and tribulations over the years. We’ve seen it all, and we won’t be vanquished.”
Their words reverberated with great determination.
Suddenly, Dexter let out a derisive laughter that displayed his disdain.
“What’s so funny?”
Summer was at the forefront, but she struggled to speak due to her affiliation with Vanke.
The man’s silhouette remained nonchalant, seemingly not fully grasping the situation. “Even those from a media background are concerned about superficialities during times of crisis. No wonder Vaste has ended up in its current state, Dexter said coldly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” the crowd roared.
Isn’t that the truth?
Their furious outburst stemmed from the uncomfortable truth hitting too close to home. A wave of embarrassment washed over them.
Beneath his detached demeanor, there was a subtle vulnerability. He coolly glanced at Summer before exiting the room, with the entire Russell group closely following behind,
displaying utmost reverence and deference.
Summer stood frozen; her hands clenched tightly. It was only when everyone had departed that a sudden chill sent a shiver through her body.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s fine… It’s chilly, isn’t it?”
“Seems like autumn is here sooner than expected.”
The reflection in Dexter’s eyes appeared colder than usual.
Moses, gripping the steering wheel, laughed heartily. “Mr. Russell, you are truly impressive. It felt like those Vaste folks were on the verge of jumping off a building just moments ago.”
Those who emerged triumphant in a situation often had a way of presenting their arguments compellingly. Moses had known Dexter for years and increasingly recognized his formidable prowess. Larry looked agitated as he peered over Dexter and said, “Please be careful.”
He handed Dexter his phone and explained, “Madam made several calls earlier. I noticed you were busy, so I didn’t answer.”
Dexter took the phone and was rather amused. It was unexpected that she had been reaching out to him more often lately, and it was surprising that she even remembered to give him a call.
A message from Josie was displayed on the notification bar. Baby Jo: I am coming home to see Grandpa. Can you pick me up at Russell Mansion after dinner? J
A subtle smile formed on his face as his fingers danced across the keyboard.
