Chapter 4
In the conference room.
Mr. Davies paced nervously, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Tiffany, meanwhile, impatiently touched up her makeup, grumbling incessantly.
"Dad, the boss of Stellar Group has way too much nerve, doesn't she? Making us wait this long!"
"This miserable conference room is freezing! They won't even offer water? What kind of service is that?!"
Mrs. Davies was fanning herself beside them.
"Exactly! Tiffany is a delicate flower; what if she catches a cold?"
"Once we get the financing, we'll teach this arrogant company a lesson it won't forget!"
From behind the one-way glass, I coldly observed the grotesque display of this pathetic trio.
Yesterday, they'd been so high and mighty, kicking me out.
Today, they were here, practically wagging their tails like stray dogs, begging for scraps.
"Mr. Davies, long time no see."
I pushed the door open and strode in. My secretary swiftly pulled out the chair at the head of the table.
I settled into the chair calmly, my fingers interlocked on the tabletop.
The conference room instantly fell silent; you could have heard a pin drop.
Mr. Davies' eyes bulged, almost popping out of his skull.
Mrs. Davies' fan clattered to the floor.
Tiffany, as if seeing a ghost, shrieked, pointing at me:
"Stella?! What are YOU doing here?!"
"Are you here to clean toilets?! Security! How did you let this trash in?!"
She lunged at me, trying to grab me.
"Get out! What makes you think you belong here?! This is a multi-billion-dollar business meeting! If you dirty the carpet, can you even pay for it?!"
I remained still, merely tilting my head slightly.
The bodyguard beside me simply raised a hand, seizing Tiffany's wrist and twisting it hard.
"AHH—!"
Tiffany shrieked, stumbled back, and landed in an undignified heap on the floor.
"Tiffany!" Mrs. Davies shrieked, rushing to her side.
Mr. Davies' face turned ashen, and he roared, pointing at me:
"Stella! You ungrateful wretch! Did you follow us here?! Get out, now! Don't you dare humiliate us any further!"
I leaned back in my chair, a faint smirk playing on my lips.
"Humiliate you?"
"Mr. Davies, I think you've got two things wrong."
"First, this is Stellar Group, and I am the Chairwoman."
"Second, you're the one begging me, not the other way around."
Mr. Davies stared, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
"You're… the Chairwoman? What kind of sick joke is this?! Your mother was a toilet-scrubbing nanny!"
"Whose ID did you steal? Or did some old sugar daddy pay for you to be here?"
Tiffany scrambled up from the floor, her face twisted with fury:
"She definitely did! Dad, she must have sold herself to get here, just to cause trouble! There's nothing a lowlife like her wouldn't do!"
I didn't speak, merely gestured to my secretary. My secretary slammed a document onto the table in front of Mr. Davies.
"Open your pathetic eyes and see for yourself."
Mr. Davies' trembling hand picked up the document, his fingers fumbling as he turned to the first page.
Shareholder Structure.
Largest Shareholder: Stella.
Holding: 100%.
In that instant, Mr. Davies' face went utterly ashen, like death itself.
His body went limp, and he collapsed back into the chair.
"This… this can't be… Maria… Maria, she…"
"My mother's name is Maria, and she was the previous helmswoman of Stellar Group."
I stood up, bracing my hands on the table, looking down at Mr. Davies.
"Mr. Davies, that precious Davies Group you're so proud of? In my mother's eyes, it's less than nothing."
"For twenty years, my mother slaved away in your house, not because she was pathetic."
"It was because she was watching you, slowly but surely, dig your own graves."
"Now, I'm giving you two choices."
"First, get on your knees, kowtow to my mother three times, and cough up that five bucks of overtime pay you swallowed yesterday, with interest."
"Second, Davies Group goes into bankruptcy liquidation, and you three can go sleep under a bridge, covered in newspapers."