Johanna felt herself nearing collapse. She had intended to resolve this situation quickly; she never anticipated such a twist.
Byrum coughed in irritation, visibly annoyed.
“We’re fortunate this information came to Hannah. Otherwise, the White family would again be under fire!”
“Grandpa.”
Ignoring her, Byrum continued, “We’re lucky all the videos have been deleted and the individual responsible is behind bars. Media has been dealt with. Otherwise, we’d have no choice but to disown you!”
Hearing this, Johanna’s eyes widened in horror. She dashed to Byrum and fell to her knees, pleading, “Grandpa, the fault is all mine! I understand now!”
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Growing tired of the spectacle, Hannah glanced away, grabbed her bag from behind the chair, and made to exit.
“Hannah, hold on. Come upstairs. We need to talk further,” Byrum interjected.
“Of course, Grandpa,” Hannah replied, stopping in her tracks.
Johanna, seeing her grandfather rise and pay her no mind, frantically grasped at the hem of his pants.
“Grandpa, I swear I’ve learned my lesson! It won’t happen again!”
“Get her off me!”
Edwin, standing close by, immediately complied.
Byrum’s icy stare met Johanna’s face.
“If you’ve truly learned your lesson, then remain in the villa and stop wreaking havoc!”
“Understood, Grandpa,” Johanna said, nodding frantically.
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Tapping his cane, Byrum shifted his gaze to Bryan and said, “Bryan, you and Hannah come upstairs with me.”
Hannah and Bryan went upstairs, eventually reaching Byrum’s study.
“Review this six-month financial summary, both of you,” Byrum said, handing them a report.
Hannah skimmed through the document. She had already gone over the White Group’s current financial situation. Though they weren’t in the red, their performance paled in comparison to rival companies.
Upon examining the report, Bryan’s expression tightened.
“Dad, even if we account for Jalen’s poor project choices, the numbers here are more than just troubling. Something doesn’t add up.”
Byrum turned to Hannah.
“Your thoughts, Hannah?”