The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 185

Chapter 185: Mass resignation.

A tight smile tugged at the corners of Samuel's mouth, and he leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers

before him. "Richard is merely releasing his anger, nothing more. He'll cto his senses soon enough."

Mr. Bean's eyes remained leveled, and he nodded to his boss, old Master Madison. "The young master seems to

be really angry this time, sir. He may really attack you, sir."

Samuel's smile broadened, revealing a row of perfectly preserved teeth. "That grandson of mine has always had

a ruthless streak. Who would have thought he would turn it against his grandfather? Just take sprecautions.

After he calms down, | will talk to him about returning to the company."

"Young Master does not seem to want to let this go, sir." Mr. Bean said, his face blank without feeling. "Maybe

you should reconsider "

"I did what was necessary," Samuel interjected, his tone brooking no argument. "He dares marry someone

without telling me. And actually captured the daughter of the Hayes family

too."

Before Mr. Bean could respond, a sharp rap sounded at the door, and a young woman in a crisp business suit

stepped into the office, her face pale and drawn. "Excuse me, Mr. Madison," she said, her voice trembling

slightly. "I'm afraid | have srather distressing news."

Samuel inclined his head, fixing the woman with an impassive stare. "Go on, Miss Thompson."

The woman swallowed hard, her gaze darting between Samuel and Mr. Bean. "It's not just young master Richard

who has resigned, sir. Over the past few hours, nearly all of the directors have followed suit, citing a loss of faith

in the company's leadership." A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the faint ticking of an

antique clock

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on the wall. Samuel's expression remained inscrutable, but a muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the slightest

hint of unease.

"This is going too far," he muttered, his fingers tightening around the arms of his chair." Richard is allowing his

emotions to cloud his judgment, and now he's dragging the entire company down with him."

Mr. Bean shot a worried glance at Miss Thompson, who seemed rooted to the spot, her hands clasped tightly in

front of her. "What are your orders, sir?" he asked, his voice subdued.

Samuel's piercing gaze swept across the room, lingering momentarily on the framed photos of his family that

adorned the desk-a reminder of the legacy he had built and the sacrifices he had made to ensure its survival. For

a moment, he seemed to age before their very eyes, the weight of the situation etching deep lines into his

weathered face.

"He wants to destroy Madison industries. He really wants to destroy everything," he said at last, his voice

disbelieving. He then proceeds to break out into mad laughter before saying, "I will deal with this personally and

bring my ungrateful grandson to heel, no matter the cost."

As Samuel rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate, the rumor of the crisis at Madison Industries

was already causing a stir in the media and online. News outlets scrambled to piece together the unfolding

events, with reporters and pundits alike speculating on the reasons behind Richard Madison's sudden departure.

In the comments sections of various forums and social media platforms, the debate raged on, with armchair

analysts weighing in with their own theories. Ssuggested that Richard had simply grown disillusioned with

the company's direction, while others posited more nefarious motives, ranging from internal power struggles to

rumors of financial impropriety.

"I heard Madison Industries was cooking the books," one anonymous commenter wrote, "and Richard refused to

be a part of the cover-up."

"Don't be ridiculous," another replied. "This is clearly a hostile takeover attempt, and Richard is just the first

casualty."

Chec

Amidst the chaos, Richard Madison himself remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the swirling

allegations. His absence from the public eye only served to fuel the speculation, with each passing hour bringing

a fresh wave of conjecture and rumor.

As the day wore on, the situation at Madison Industries grew increasingly dire, with reports of mass resignations

and plummeting stock prices dominating the headlines. Financial analysts warned of an impending disaster,

while industry insiders whispered of a company teetering on the brink of collapse. Yet, through it all, the true

catalyst for the crisis remained shrouded in mystery, known only to a select few within the company's innermost

circles-a twisted tale of ambition, betrayal, and the lengths to which a man would go to preserve his legacy.

Unaware of the turmoil brewing behind the scenes, the media and online commentators continued to speculate,

their theories growing ever more outlandish and far-fetched. Articles were written, dissected, and shared, each

one attempting to shed light on the enigmatic circumstances surrounding Richard Madison's abrupt exit, yet

none of them cclose to the

truth.

As the sun began to set over the city, casting long shadows across the towering skyscrapers, Samuel paced the

length of his office, his polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato rhythm. The incessant

ringing of the telephone on his desk punctuated the tense silence, each shrill tone like a dagger piercing the air.

Mr. Bean walked closer. "Sir, it's the shareholders," he said, his voice level. "They're demanding answers about

the resignation crisis and the plummeting stock prices." Samuel waved a dismissive hand. "Then | shall give

them answers," he growled, snatching up the receiver mid-ring. "Madison Industries," he barked into the

mouthpiece. "Mr. Madison, we're hearing rumors of a government raid on Madison Industries’ corporate

headquarters. Is it true? Have we been implicated in ssort of illegal activity?" Chapter 185 Mass resignation.

Samuel's grip tightened on the receiver, his knuckles going white. "I can assure you, Mrs. Harrison, that those

rumors are entirely unfounded. Madison Industries has always operated within the bounds of the law, and we

have no reason to fear any sort of investigation." His words seemed to do little to help the shareholder's fears,

and she launched into a fresh barrage of questions, her voice rising in pitch with each query. Samuel clenched

his jaw, his patience wearing thin.

Samuel Madison's anger had escalated to unprecedented heights. He could scarcely believe that his own

grandson, Richard, had turned against him so brazenly, destroying the family's legacy with his reckless actions.

Madison Industries, the empire Samuel had built from the ground up through decades of hard work and sacrifice,

now teetered on the brink of ruin.

Pacing the length of his opulent office, Samuel's polished shoes clacked against the hardwood floor in a staccato

rhythm, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his temples throbbed. With a trembling hand, he

snatched up the phone from its cradle and jabbed at the intebutton.

"Mr. Bean," he growled into the receiver. "Arrange a video conference immediately. It's tto call in my favors."

"Yes, sir," cthe meek reply, followed by a soft click as the line went dead.

Samuel replaced the phone and sank into the high-backed leather chair behind his desk, drumming his fingers

beneath his chin as he awaited the arrival of his allies-the shadowy figures he had cto know as the

Interests.

Over the years, Samuel had cultivated a vast network of powerful individuals, each owing him a debt for services

rendered. From government officials and corporate titans to underworld kingpins and corrupt law enforcement,

the interests spanned every echelon of society, their influence reaching into the darkest corners of the world.

It was to these formidable figures that Samuel now turned, desperate to regain control of the situation before his

life's work crumbled to ash around him.

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A soft chfrom the sleek laptop on his desk signaled the beginning of the video conference, and Samuel

straightened in his chair, his expression hardening into a mask of grim determination.