She questioned whether there was hesitance in his vindication.

Ballard seethed, witnessing Brian deftly counter the situation with mere words, his resentment resurfacing.

"Brian Hughes, spare us the arguments! This bid conference was rigged from the start! It's a blatant injustice! Everyone, open your eyes.

We are mere pawns for the Hughes Group!"

Brian's lips twisted into a scornful sneer.

"Do you presume the Morgan Group is on its deathbed?"

His words hung in the air, a veiled threat to the Morgan Group.

Ballard, catching the insinuation, was briefly taken aback before erupting into mirthless laughter.

“Your wife has already wreaked havoc on my daughter, what good is a corporation then? Everyone, we must stand united and not cower before might. Do not become the underlings of the Hughes Group!"

Brian's good-looking face wore a chilly expression.

"Birds of a feather flock together. Is it any surprise that your daughter Brylee's a bit crazy, just like her father? Edwin, it seems Mr. Morgan could do with a psychiatric assessment."

“Right away, Mr. Hughes!" Edwin responded with conviction, stepping decisively in front of Ballard and escorting him from the conference room.

Ballard's entourage attempted an intervention, but Edwin's strength was unmatched.

“Let me go! Brian Hughes, your audacity knows no bounds! You were merely a twinkle in your father's eye when I was building my empire!"

Ballard's protest was loud and fierce.

"Noisy," Brian said coldly.

He signaled silently, and Edwin promptly gagged Ballard with a towel, removing him from the room.

The door's slamming severed Ballard's tirades from the silent space.

A hush descended as Brian's gaze swept over those assembled.

“Does anyone else dispute my wife's legitimacy?"