Please raise your hands if you agree with my proposal.”

Darian looked hopefully at the other shareholders and was confident Adrian would be powerless without their support, regardless of the number of shares he had.

After all, he knew all these shareholders, and they would not help outsiders.

The shareholders exchanged serious glances and started whispering. Soon, one of them raised his hand in agreement with Adrian's proposal, and the others followed his lead.

Darian was shocked. He slammed the table angrily and scolded, "What are you thinking? We are the Anderson Group. How can we sell it to an outsider?”

“But we are not an Anderson," a thin, shrewd middle-aged man replied, directly to the point.

“He's right. The Anderson Group cannot compete against the BRD Group. How can we afford to offend Mr. Perkins for your sake?" another shareholder said.

“Besides, with the BRD Group's help, the Anderson Group will have more development opportunities. Mr. Darian Anderson, since we have fallen into this state, you should reconsider delegating your position to someone more capable."

Suddenly, more and more shareholders pitched in their opinions. More than half of these shareholders wanted to seize the opportunity to work with the BRD Group.

Only a fool would choose to give up this opportunity.

Moreover, they couldn't care less about the first name of the chairperson as long as they continued reaping benefits.

“Bunch of ingrates! Traitors!" Darian yelled in utter desperation and anger. He felt his knees grow weak and fell back onto the chair.

"Mr. Darian Anderson, we only have the best interest of the Anderson Group in mind. Mr. Theodore Anderson was the one who brought Anderson Group back from the dumps, not you. Yet, you want to control all the operations and kick your son out. Not only are you merciless, but also ungrateful. You will only be destroying the reputation of the Anderson Group if you stay," a slightly overweight old man at the back of the room analyzed. He didn't bother to show Darian any respect.

At this moment, Darian was too livid to retort and could only glare at him.

Adrian smiled and said, "Well, it seems to me that more than half voted in agreement. So now, I'm the chairman.”

Standing up, he said while bowing, "Please guide me well. | am all ears if you have any suggestions for my performance."

Everyone applauded.

Without further ado, Adrian appointed Theodore as CEO of the Anderson Group.

“Theodore! It's all your doing, isn't it? You knew this would happen, didn't you? You unfilial son!" Darian lashed out as he trembled from his rising rage. His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged out on his forehead from anger.

Meanwhile, Theodore looked at him calmly and replied, "Dad, don't be angry. It's what's best for the Anderson Group. You're old. Wouldn't it be better to relax at home and enjoy the monthly dividends? There is no point in working half your life away and not enjoying it."