Daddy Ceo's Beloved Wife [Book 2]

Chapter 283 - The Fate Of President Smith (2)

The door opened quietly and President Smith entered the room full of people seated around a long oak table, above it was a small chandelier with its crystals lighting up the whole room and reflected on the shiny surface of the table.

"Let's start the meeting, everyone!" President Smith looked at everyone and sat back in his chair.

His secretary, Caroline, glanced at the manager responsible for today's PowerPoint presentation to start the meeting.

The manager was about to play the buttons when someone spoke first, "Wait, don't start yet."

President Smith looked at Mr. Harris, a shareholder of the company with at least 8 percent of shares. "What is it, Mr. Harris? Do you have anything you want to say before we start the meeting?"

"Of course, I have something to say," said Mr. Harris, undaunted by President Smith's arrogant eyes. "There is still someone we need to wait before we can start the meeting."

"Waiting for someone?" President Smith looked around the conference room and saw that every seat was taken already. Frowning, he asked, "Who else are we still waiting for? Isn't everybody here already?"

Mr. Harris laughed. "Don't worry, President Smith. The person we're waiting for is someone relevant to this meeting. Actually, that person has all the right to sit here inside this room more than anyone else."

Hearing him say this, President Smith sighed in relief but furrowed his brow while wondering who Mr. Harris was talking about. But seeing how these shareholders didn't say anything against him, they must have a clue of who it was. So, he calmed down a little bit.

But before he could think of any possible individual who could be coming to the conference room later, the door was knocked from outside.

Mr. Harris's eyes lit up and exclaimed happily, "It must be them."

The door opened and two people came inside.

President Smith was stunned.

As if he was a cat startled by a snake, his body trembled as he pointed his fingers at the newcomers.

"You…!"

President Smith turned his head and stared at Mr. Harris, "What is going on? Why is an artist of the company here? Quick! Leave this room this instant!"

At this point, it wasn't only President Smith who was shocked at the arrival of this person. Several managers from different departments were also staring at her in shock and surprise.

After all, this person was their number one artist at the moment, Jennie!

Jennie calmly walked in front of everyone's eyes and stopped when she reached the center.

A smile graced her lips as she said, "Good day, President Smith."

"No! There's nothing good at all! What is an artist of the company doing here? Mr. Harris, shouldn't you explain the situation clearly so all of us can understand why she's here? As one of the major shareholders, shouldn't you already know that it's not a good thing for an outsider to listen to what we're going to discuss in this meeting? Or is she not an outsider to you?"

Hearing this, some of the executives and managers shot an eye at Jennie. President Smith's words somehow changed the air in the atmosphere almost instantly, and it made them think that Jennie had some backdoor relationship with Mr. Harris.

Only Jennie still had a smile on her lips, silently observing everyone's expression, taking them all in and analyzing the situation.

Jennie could feel President Smith's hostility towards her as soon as he recognized that it was her who entered the room. She could also feel that some of these people's eyes were glued at her face, leering perversely at her as if they were in the red light district.