The battle dragged on for four agonizing hours. The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavier as despair settled over everyone.
Silas Vinton's voice was hoarse from shouting. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing. He knew this short attack was planned long in advance, perfectly timed with the leak about Holden's illness. Simply parading Holden in front of the press wouldn't fix this now. The shorters smelled blood in the water.
The Vinton Group was going to take a massive hit.
Right now, Silas felt the most guilt toward his niece. The shares had just been transferred to Serena, and now this happened. They wanted to give her the best, but instead, she inherited a crisis. His mind raced for solutions.
A knock at the door broke the heavy silence.
Isabella walked in, carrying a cup of coffee and some pastries. She approached the stressed executive with a look of deep concern. "Silas... sorry to interrupt, but I thought since you haven't eaten..."
She set the items down. She wanted to show her thoughtfulness at this critical moment to win back his favor. He was the head of the family; if he sided with her, she could stay!
But Silas's reaction wasn't what she expected. His brow furrowed in deep annoyance. "Who let you in?"
Isabella paled, her voice trembling. "I-I was just worried about you. Work is important, but so is your health. If you collapse... what will Holden and Kiera do?"

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