Hearing this, Gu Weizhong immediately understood what the board member was implying: they suspected he had orchestrated some kind of assassination plot.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Smith. This little hiccup is completely under control," Weizhong replied with a calm, reassuring smile.
His smile was practiced, flawlessly reassuring. This was one of the essential skills for anyone at the top. Acting. And not just the kind seen on a stage or in a movie. The standards here were even higher. Because even under the pressure of a metaphorical sky collapsing, those in power had to maintain a composure so convincing, their confidence could calm the storm and fool even the sharpest eyes.
At that moment, the private elevator opened, and both Switch and Gu Yichen stepped into the boardroom.
The sudden appearance of uninvited guests startled the board members; some even instinctively moved behind the person seated in front of them.
"Father! Please! Stop this madness!" Gu Yichen pleaded.
