Matteo ignored Henley, his hold on Alexis unyielding.

Henley, visibly upset, clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to regain his calm.

He then addressed Mitchel directly, “Mitchel, what’s going on? He’s our dad.

Acting this way could turn the shareholders against us.

Henley stressed “our dad” to get under Mitchel’s skin, twisting the story to make it look as though Matteo’s protective move was Mitchel’s display of disrespect for Alexis.

Such an accusation was a serious charge.

Mitchel’s lips curled into a slight smirk, his eyes dancing with sarcasm.

“Matteo, let’s show the shareholders what my dad has up his sleeve, shall we?”

Matteo then stepped back, cueing up the presentation on the large screen.

Before long, Alexis’ voice filled the room.

“Mr.

Douglas, Mr.

Potter, Mr.

Faulkner, if you back my son Henley and help him rise to power, you’ll have your pick of our projects.

We’ll go seventy-thirty on the profits.

Those three gentlemen Alexis addressed to didn’t seem keen.

The Dixon Group had a history of going twenty-eight, making the seventy-thirty split less appealing, especially with the risk of crossing Mitchel.

They knew what Mitchel was capable of.

His competence was not to be underestimated.

Alexis, seemingly unfazed, continued to leisurely pour himself a drink.

“You’ll get seventy, and the Dixon Group gets thirty.

“What? Seriously?” Those three were astounded.

Usually, the Dixon Group would take an eighty-twenty split in their favor.

Given the quality and reliable payments from the Dixon Group’s projects, even a twenty percent share was highly coveted.

Securing final payments was notoriously tough these days.

A high profit share didn’t mean much if one couldn’t get that final paycheck.

But Alexis’ proposal was unexpectedly generous.

They didn’t hesitate to accept.

As the video concluded, the room erupted into chaos, with shareholders seething over Alexis’ audacity.

It was no surprise Alexis had a knack for winning over clients.

He knew just how to use what they liked to get on their good side.

Alexis, mouth agape, struggled to replace words.

He was so sure he could outmaneuver Mitchel and get Mitchel to back down.

But now, it felt like he’d been slapped in the face.

Finally, he managed to say, “Mitchel, this… You’re framing me!”

But no one took Alexis’ side.

The footage showed it all: Alexis’s face, his voice, clear enough for everyone, including the three gentlemen, to recognize.

Alexis ranted, “You’re pinning this on me? How dare you frame your own dad, Mitchel Dixon! You’re heartless!”

Alexis couldn’t accept losing after all the effort he’d put in.

If Mitchel started to catch on, laying another trap would be difficult.

“But even if I did try to get ahead, what’s the deal with the Eastern Garden project? You’re just bailing because of that woman, letting your emotions rule, right?” Alexis argued.

Right after he said this, someone checking their phone exclaimed, “The Eastern Garden project just blew up!”

The internet was in an uproar.

The Glyn family’s forceful evictions and bullying under the disguise of carrying out the Eastern Garden project were now public knowledge.

The reporter’s father, coerced by the Glyn family’s thugs to drive off into a river, ended up with brain damage after being saved.

Not long after, he died miserably.

At first, the reporter hesitated to report to the authority, concerned of the Glyn family’s actions against him.

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