The old man remained silent, and the others dared not interrupt—after all, the former chairman's fate was still fresh in their minds.
They wished to avoid a similar end.
The old man took a deep breath, directed his secretary to pour him a cup of tea to soothe his throat, and then resumed speaking, "You haven't been involved in any of the corporation's affairs for so many years, and just like that, handing over the corporation to you—how will your subordinates be convinced?"
She spoke casually, as if she cared yet didn't care much, "If that's the case, Grandpa, you can transfer all the Sutton estate shares to me first. As for managing the company, leave it to Nathan Firth for now."
After speaking, her gaze fell on the USB drive, her tone still indifferent, "Otherwise, Grandpa, you'll never get the password."
