Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!
Chapter 358 Brandon's Decision

How could that be?

Brandon immediately objected. "Director Walker, you can't do this!"

"Why not?" Director Walker looked at him coldly, the mockery in his eyes unconcealed.

Brandon's face turned red. "Because I'm the chairman of the board and the largest shareholder of Trison. How can you hold a board meeting and make me stand down as the chairman? That's unreasonable!" "There's nothing unreasonable about that. A chairman can be someone who's not the largest shareholder, and the largest shareholder doesn't have to be the chairman. There's no conflict," Director Walker said.

The other directors also nodded.

"Yes, Chairman. You can give up your position to someone more capable. What's so bad about being an idle shareholder?"

"Exactly. You can't even manage your own household. How are you supposed to manage Trison? In these few months, you've made such a mess of Trison and caused us, shareholders, to lose a lot of benefits. Last time, we forgave you and let you continue to be the chairman because you single-handedly founded Trison, but this time, we won't forgive you no matter what you say."

"Do you hear that, Brandon? Everyone agrees that you shouldn't be the chairman anymore, so we must hold this meeting. In short, you have no choice but to step down. Otherwise, we'll withdraw our shares and cause Trison to go bankrupt. Trison won't go far in your hands anyway."

After saying that, Director Walker packed his belongings and went out of the conference room without looking at Brandon.

The other shareholders followed suit.

Soon, only Brandon was left alone in the large conference room.

Brandon sat in his chair, feeling cold. He looked at the computer in front of him with dull eyes, not understanding how things turned out this way.

Trison Corporation had been stabilized, but something like this happened again.

Furthermore, his position as chairman of the board was also going to be pried away...

At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.

Immediately after, the door opened, and the assistant came in, saying in an urgent voice, "Bad news, President Madden. There are many reporters downstairs clamoring to interview you. They want to know what you think about Second Miss breaking the law and being sent to the police station again."

"What do I think?" Brandon's eyes were scarlet as he sneered. "They don't want to know what I think. They just want to use me to sensationalize the news!"

As soon as he spoke, his phone rang.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and took out his phone. However, when he saw the caller ID, he hung up directly.

He did not need to answer it to know why that person was calling him. The person must have called to laugh at him.

The same thing happened last time as well.

Last time, when Lyra failed to harm Sydney and was caught, this person called and laughed at him. He had been completely humiliated.

However, even if Brandon did not answer the call, the person did not intend to let him go and sent him a text message: [ Brandon, your Madden family's style and genes are worthy of admiration. You're a family of criminals. Tsk tsk, now that your daughter is arrested, I wonder when it'll be your turn since you killed Harry Raines six years ago...]

Crash!

Brandon did not finish reading it and swept all the items on the table to the ground to vent the anger in his heart.

His assistant saw this and hurriedly stepped back so as to not get into trouble.

Brandon heaved large breaths, his eyes dark and obscure.

'How did this person know that I killed Harry Raines six years ago?

'I covered my tracks perfectly when I did it. Not even the people close to me know that I did it, let alone the outside world. They all thought that Harry committed suicide by jumping off a building because he couldn't stand that Skylight was going bankrupt.

'However, this person directly said that I killed Harry. It seems like this person knows something.

'Even if that's the case, there's no evidence!

'Otherwise, this person would've taken out the evidence to deal with me already. After all, we're rivals in the business world.'

At that thought, Brandon stopped worrying and closed his eyes, saying coldly, "Prepare the car. We're going to the police station."

He wanted to know what Lyra did this time and whether he could save her or not.

If he could, that meant that the problem was not that serious, and Trison would be able to make a comeback as well.

However, if he could not save her...

A determined light glinted in Brandon's eyes, and he squeezed his fists.

If I can't save her, then don't blame me for being heartless!'

Night fell.

Sydney turned off the computer and prepared to go back to her room to sleep after reading the online news. Suddenly, her doorbell rang.

She wrinkled her pretty brows and walked to the porch, looking at the video intercom to see who it was.

As soon as she looked, an enlarged and cute face appeared on the screen. "Aunty!"

It was Davey!

In other words, Hunter came too?

Sydney turned off the intercom and opened the door.

Outside, Hunter stood there with Davey in his arms. He smiled at her ingratiatingly." Good evening, Sydney."

He knew that Sydney would open the door if he brought Davey.

If he came by himself, she would just ignore him.

"Aunty, hug!" Davey reached out to Sydney, wanting her to carry him.

Sydney gushed at how cute he was. She naturally had no reason to refuse, so she reached out to take Davey.

However, Hunter pressed Davey's hand down. "Don't be naughty. Aunty..."

Feeling Sydney's sharp eyes, Hunter choked and hurriedly changed his words." Sydney isn't feeling well and can't carry you." "Aunty, you're not feeling well?" Davey tilted his head at her.

Sydney tubbed his head and said with a warm smile, "Just a little, but it's okay."

Her abdomen was not as uncomfortable now as it was at first.

"Since you're not feeling well, I won't ask you to carry me," Davey said obediently.

Sydney melted from his adorableness and could not help but tickle him gently.

Davey hurriedly hugged Hunter's neck, giggling.

Maybe it was because Davey made her feel better, so Sydney's attitude toward Hunter was not as cold as the past two days.

She withdrew her hand and looked at Hunter. "It's so late now. Why did you bring Davey over to my place?"

"Well... It's nothing much. Davey kept pestering me and said he wanted to see you. I couldn't shut him up, so I brought him here. Also, I want to leave Davey with you for two days." Hunter looked at her expectantly.

Sydney raised her brows. "With me?" "Yeah." Hunter's expression grew serious." Something recently happened to the Cohen family. My parents have gone to Jackel City for a meeting, and my elder brother and sister-in-law are in the army and can't come back. I have to go to Loughtown for a trip too, so there's no one to take care of Davey."

"Wait, how could there be no one to take care of him? Where are the maids and nannies in the Cohen family?" Sydney stared at him, trying to see whether he was lying to her or not.

Hunter felt guilty by her stare and almost exposed himself.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to keep calm and replied, "The butler went back to his hometown to see his grandson. There

are indeed nannies at home, but I don't feel at ease letting them take care of him. After all, there's a lot of news about nannies abusing children nowadays."

"That's true." Sydney nodded.

'I indeed saw a lot of news like that.

I even experienced it myself when I was a child.

'My mom passed away when I was three years old.

'When I was four, my dad married my stepmother. My stepmom wasn't bad to me before she got pregnant. We were far from close, but she never bullied me. However, when I turned four and a half, my stepmom got pregnant and became a different person. She was gentle and considerate in front of Dad, but as soon as he left, she would give me a hard time.

'Even the servants learned from her example and bullied me together. It wasn't until Dad caught the maids bullying me did that nightmarish period end.'