After Cedrick and Adeline tossed it back and forth, verification had failed repeatedly.
Which meant—through the internal warning channel, an alert had already been sent to the nearest special operations unit.
"Everyone, please forgive us."
My father raised his wineglass, not sparing me a glance as I sat on the floor. His smile was practiced, impeccable.
"My son grew up in the mountains and doesn't understand proper etiquette. Please don't take offense."
Seeing my father's attitude, Cedrick immediately followed up with a cooperative smile.
"My brother has already been arranged to work in the company's cleaning department. He'll get used to things soon. Please don't worry."
"Heh."
Adeline stood nearby, arms crossed, her tone light but pointed.
"Our Zamora family wouldn't let just anyone come back and disrupt Evermont Corporation."
With the three of them working in seamless coordination, the shareholders who had been watching closely began to relax. One by one, smiles returned to their faces.
I stood up slowly, gripping the phone in my hand—the device now no different from a brick—and spoke coldly.
"You'd better think carefully about how you're going to explain this later."