Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 138 - 138 Crash again 4

Chapter 138: Crash again 4 Chapter 138: Crash again 4 Clara Brown stared at him with wide eyes, disbelievingly cursing at him, “If you hadn’t done something like that, how could anyone have gotten a video like this to threaten the company? Now you’re trying to turn the tables, I’ve never seen you so shameless.”

Terry Garcia, unexpectedly, found a very agitated Clara.

“Honey, this is the exact effect they want. If we don’t show even more love for each other, what awaits us when the stock market opens tomorrow? Don’t you know?”

Clara wielded the knife and yelled, “So right after you jealously fight for another woman, you want me to stage a loving drama with you to save your acting president image?”

“Honey, we’re always together, no matter what.” He acted pitifully.

This time, Clara swung the knife directly at him, and Terry hastily dodged it.

She brandished the knife and interrogated him, “How far have you gone with that Foxy Greene? When did you sleep with her behind my back?”

Terry knew Clara’s personality. Whenever another woman was involved, she’d be like a fighting rooster, bickering endlessly.

“Clara, you’re always the only one in my heart.” Fearlessly, he held her in his arms, completely ignoring the knife in her hand.

Clara pretended to chop the knife on him. Terry was resolute, never letting go and just hugging her tightly. In the end, Clara didn’t have the heart to strike him, and the knife fell to the floor with a clang.

Her hands, however, didn’t stop, slapping him while cursing, “Terry Garcia, you bastard! Son of a bitch!”

“Clara, don’t be sad, I only love you, only love you!” He continued to hold her tightly.

After being tossed around a few times, Clara’s anger was temporarily alleviated by Terry.

In Terry’s opinion, Clara was easy to deal with, but getting the board of directors to buy his story wouldn’t be easy.

After three consecutive days of negative stock performance, Terry called a board meeting.

“General Garcia, as shareholders, we have no right to interfere with your personal life. But when you bring this kind of thing to the table, affecting the company’s interests, it’s your fault,” criticized Chairman Campbell, the first to stand up and lay blame.

When it came to interests, there would always be a second and third person to question.

After a series of inquiries, Terry calmly stood up and stated, “Upon investigation, we unanimously believe that this is a targeted attack by our competitors. They attempt to suppress our group’s stock price by damaging the image of the company’s president. Therefore, we should use the same method to turn the situation around.”

“Turn it around, how?”

“In two days, Metropolis will hold its triennial Environmental Charity Auction. I will attend this event with my wife and bid on products in the name of the group.”

Such an event would gather numerous media. As long as they both attend the auction, it would be one of the best ways to save face. So far, they couldn’t find a better method.

“So we are looking forward to the presence of General Garcia and his wife.”

In the Johnson Mansion, Victoria Garcia was looking at the returned data, her eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed, relaxed and then furrowed.

Arnold Johnson leaned over and glanced at it, “If the chips in hand aren’t enough, let Samuel Nelson initiate another limit down to wash away the doubts. Those hesitant shareholders will definitely sell en masse.”