Chapter 542 Hero
Nolan's throat felt tight, and he glanced at the shareholders backing Charles, but they all avoided his eyes.
One of them spoke up, "Ms. Spencer, for the sake of the company's reputation, you should step down."
"Enough!"
Nolan slammed the table, looking even angrier than Diana.
"If Ms. Spencer has issues, she deserves a chance to explain. All the evidence so far has been provided by Mr. Zachary Percy. Are we not even going to let her see the evidence?"
"Nolan, you're my brother's guy. No need for you to speak up now, right?" Zachary said casually. Many shareholders seemed to agree.
"Then I'll call Mr. Richardson over for a face-to-face."
Nolan's eyes were sharp as he pulled out his phone, but the next second, the conference room door swung open.
"I think the ones who should resign are you."
A deep, cold voice echoed from the doorway, like a thunderclap in the room.
Everyone turned to look, and Diana's heart skipped a beat. Charles stood there, leaning on a cane, dressed sharply in a suit, his gaze piercing, showing no signs of illness.
Beside him was Dean, who had left the meeting early. He crossed his arms and smiled at Diana, as if to say: 'See, I'm the most reliable.'
But everyone's attention was on Charles, even Diana couldn't help but call out softly, "Charles?"
Zachary and Claire's faces turned pale instantly.
"Charles? How did you..."
Charles ignored Zachary and walked slowly towards the conference table, the sound of his cane hitting the floor echoing in the silent room.
Diana noticed that although he walked slowly, each step was steady and powerful, the natural pressure he exuded seemed to lower the room's temperature by a few degrees.
"Sorry to interrupt your little show," Charles said, standing next to Diana. "But I can't stand you all ganging up on my wife, bullying her with numbers."
His gaze swept over everyone present, finally resting on Claire.
"Ms. Murphy, you claim my wife cheated. Do you have any real evidence?"
Claire was shocked by his sudden appearance and didn't notice the change in Charles's tone. Her lips trembled, but she nodded.
"I have evidence. I've seen it."
But before she could say more, Charles frowned and said sternly, "You haven't held any significant position in the company. Abigail should be your superior, and her words should carry more weight. Besides, you have a close relationship with Elise. By that logic, Zachary is your cousin."
The room fell silent, Claire's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, her legs wobbled, but seeing Diana beside him, a surge of strength kept her standing.
"Charles, let me explain. It's really Diana. She's unfaithful! You know about her relationship with Billy. She took advantage of your illness to flirt with other men! Look! These are the evidence!"
Claire grew more confident as she spoke, pointing to the screen showing photos of Diana and Billy.
In the past, seeing such photos would have made him flip the conference room. But now, he simply held Diana's hand.
Diana's fingers felt cold, and she was slightly stunned. Before she could react, Charles raised her hand, the diamond rings on their fingers catching the light.
Diana had never worn a wedding ring before; in fact, she had never even seen one since they got married.
Charles had just put it on her.
At that moment, she heard his gentle yet firm voice in her ear.
"We are married, and I trust my wife completely. She stayed by my side during my injury and managed the company for me. As for some people..."
He paused, his gaze falling on Zachary, whose forehead was now covered in sweat, struggling to meet his eyes.
"Charles, are you really better?"
"What?"
Charles sneered, "Seeing me healthy makes you unhappy? You should explain how you planned this farce."
With each word, Zachary couldn't help but retreat until he collapsed in his chair, his voice trembling.
"I... I didn't..."
The memory of being exiled from the country was still fresh in his mind. Zachary felt both fear and hatred: How could Charles survive this? If he had died, the company would have been his.
Damn bastard, how dare he compete for the inheritance!
Charles ignored his expression and turned to the shareholders.
"Everyone, since I'm back, I will thoroughly investigate this matter and give you an explanation. As for my brother."
He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"His duties in the group are suspended, and Claire is suspected of corporate espionage and defamation. The company will immediately file a lawsuit."
"No!"
Claire screamed hysterically.
"Charles, have you forgotten my father? He was your mentor! I'm his daughter, you can't do this!"
"Five years, it's time to repay. If you're innocent, the law will naturally clear you."
Charles didn't care about her moral coercion. No mentor could compare to Diana's importance. Ridiculous.
Claire's heart almost stopped. She knew very well whether she had committed a crime.
But she was more afraid of being discovered for worse things once she entered the police station.
She had hidden it for so long, it absolutely couldn't be discovered.
Thinking of this, she instinctively sought help from Zachary, but he avoided her gaze, clearly not wanting to be entangled with her.
Claire's face turned ugly, suddenly screaming hysterically,
"You planned this, just to wait for today, right? Trying to kick me out, impossible!"
She lunged forward, aiming at Diana, as if to kill.
Charles reacted quickly, swinging his cane to hit her leg precisely. Claire cried out in pain, staggered back, and finally fell to the ground, looking pathetic.
"Security."
Charles called coldly, and the security personnel who had been waiting outside immediately came in to restrain Claire.
Diana stared at his profile in a daze. The Charles who was gentle and obedient at home now seemed like an unshakable mountain, shielding her from all storms.
Did he really lose his memory?
Zachary sat there with a grim face, the surrounding gazes like needles, piercing him.
When Charles was ill, people would still look at him, the vice president.
But now that Charles was back, as the largest shareholder of the Percy Group, even if he said the sun was green, some shareholders would praise his unique perspective.
Dean saw him still sitting there, his expression unfriendly, snapping his fingers threateningly.
"Please, Mr. Zachary Percy."
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