Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 272

After that clash, the other directors who had intended to stir up trouble quietly backed down.

Warren's plan to use someone else to do his dirty work completely backfired, leaving him to take the heat and earning the resentment of the board members.

This was no country bumpkin; she was undeniably Alistair's true successor, radiating the same fierce, intimidating aura.

The meeting continued, with Warren forcing himself to discuss a few trivial matters with the group.

"Does anyone else have anything to report? If not..."

"I do." Phoenix, who had been silent for a while, spoke up again, cutting him off. "The position of Executive Vice President has been vacant for too long. I think it's time someone stepped up to fill it."

Warren's pupils constricted as he stared fixedly at Phoenix.

He had specifically kept that seat open for his son, Julian. The directors all knew this unspoken rule, and no one dared to touch that sensitive subject.

Yet Phoenix had just torn that facade wide open.

"Are you volunteering yourself?" Warren asked, his teeth clenched, the words practically squeezing through his jaw. "You just took the Marketing Manager position and now you want to be Vice President? Your appetite is a bit too large."

Though they were father and daughter, their standoff felt like they were mortal enemies.

Phoenix curled her lips into a smile and said lightly, "Who said I wanted to be the Vice President? I have a much more suitable candidate."

"Who?" Warren's heart skipped a beat as he instinctively asked.

"Me."

Accompanied by a steady male voice, the doors to the boardroom were pushed open.

Ethan wheeled Caleb into the room, stepping into everyone's view with a composed stride.

In that instant, looks of utter shock washed over everyone's faces.

Ethan was once the anchor of the Prescott Group, the man everyone believed would be the successor. It wasn't until his son, Caleb, was paralyzed in a car accident that he resolutely stepped down, leaving a massive void in the company.

Even today, many still privately lamented that if Ethan had taken the helm, the Prescott Group would have reached the pinnacle long ago.

"Ethan? What... what are you doing here?" The panic on Warren's face was barely concealed, his smile as stiff as a mask. "Werent you staying home to take care of Caleb?"

Ethan looked at him and gave a meaningful smile. "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy to see me."

"How could that be?!" Warren tried desperately to control his expression. "I'm just so surprised. After all, Caleb's accident hit you both so hard. Your resignation was always our biggest regret."

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