He was still in his prime, seated high on his throne of power, bathed in prestige and brilliance.

Why on earth would he let go?

After ending the call, Sabrina sat on her bed, her mind echoing with Evelyn's harsh words.

If the accusations held true, who would be the suitable replacement according to the board members?

They certainly wouldn't trust professional managers.

The pool of potential candidates was scarce.

Could it possibly be Tyrone's uncle?

Despite being on the board, he rarely meddled in the company's affairs and had his hands full managing his chain of catering company. Not long ago, his wife had informed Sabrina that he was dealing with a situation at a branch in Belfield.

It certainly couldn't be Tyrone's cousin.

Tyrone had attempted to elevate him in the past, but he had declined, expressing a desire to focus on his research.

Then, the most Likely candidate would be Larry.

His gentle and affable nature was likely to win over the board.

After some contemplation, Sabrina decided to call Tyrone.

The call was picked up swiftly, Tyrone's voice filtering through.

"Sabrina, is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No. I just wanted to know if you're having a board meeting today."

Tyrone occupied the head of the meeting table, with Kylan standing behind him, while the directors sat on both sides.

Before answering the phone, Tyrone signaled for silence, and everyone turned their attention to him.

"Who told you about that? Don't overthink it. Rest well," Tyrone assured her gently.

The directors present would never have imagined that the notoriously tough businessman could display such tenderness, had they not witnessed it.