The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 275

Brady caught the look on Sebastian’s face, hesitated like he wanted to say something, then thought better of it. He slipped out quietly, leaving the room in heavy silence.

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The shareholders had called for a meeting, and Reese would definitely be there. Patrick, always one step ahead, was already waiting downstairs outside Ramos Corporation.

When Reese’s car pulled up, Patrick rushed over.

“Ms. Meyer.”

“Morning.”

Reese stepped out and gave Patrick a quick once-over. He looked exhausted, like sleep had been a rumor lately. She softened a little. “You’ve been working nonstop. Once this is behind us, take a real break. You’ve earned it.”

Patrick managed a small smile. “Thank you.”

Honestly, he thought, Reese paid better than anyone else and never micromanaged. As long as he got results, she left him in peace. That alone made his life easier.

“Besides the shareholders, who else is up there?” Reese asked.

Patrick kept pace as they headed inside. “Upstairs, waiting to talk buyouts, are Bryce—who you asked for—and another investor I mentioned yesterday. His name’s Karter, and he’s big in the investment world.”

He lowered his voice. “Also, Mr. Meyer showed up.”

Patrick kept his tone professional as he reported, “He’s already talked with the shareholders. If he manages to buy out Ramos Corporation, he promised them he wouldn’t touch their shares.”

He hesitated. “Once you go up, the shareholders will probably…”

He didn’t have to finish. Reese understood. If given the choice between losing their shares and letting the Meyer family take over while their own stakes stayed safe, the shareholders would side with the Meyers every time.

No doubt, they’d be waiting to throw her under the bus.

Hank and Bailey had really played their cards well, using the other shareholders to corner her. Even if she refused, she’d have no power to stop them from moving in.

But they were kidding themselves if they thought it would be that easy. Her grandfather had seen this coming ages ago. When he set up the company, he made sure the legal representative had the final say in any transfer of ownership.

The elevator glided to the top floor and the doors slid open. The conference room was cracked open a few inches, angry voices spilling out. Patrick followed close, gripping a folder full of company bylaws.

As soon as Reese walked in, a dozen pairs of furious eyes turned on her at once.

The shareholders were all lined up on one side of the table, faces stony. Hank looked positively smug. Two men sat beside him—Bryce and, presumably, Karter.

“Reese, you finally decided to show up!” Cameron, seated at the front, slapped the table. “The internet’s blowing up about you pushing Tara and making her lose the baby. Ramos Corporation’s stock has dropped twenty-three percent. We’ve lost almost a billion in value! You owe us an explanation!”

“Yeah! Have you seen the comments? Everyone’s bashing Ramos Corporation. Our shares are practically worthless now!” Josh added, slamming his tablet on the table. The screen was filled with angry posts.

“I never wanted you as our legal rep anyway,” someone else grumbled. “If Dylon hadn’t been running the place all these years, we’d have crashed and burned a long time ago.”

“If you can’t fix this, just transfer the company already. Or let Dylon come back as CEO,” another voice joined in.

At the mention of Dylon, Reese’s lips curled in a faint, knowing smile. So, he was behind this too.

She strolled to the head of the table, took her seat, picked up her coffee, and took a slow sip. Her eyes swept across the room, cool and steady, meeting every shareholder’s glare head-on.