Chapter 230 Misunderstanding, It's All a Misunderstanding!
The deep, cold voice suddenly cut through the air in the conference room, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
All eyes turned, wide with shock. "Mr. White?"
'What's Gregory doing here?' everyone wondered. The tension from Gregory's last visit still hung in the air.
People held their breath, not daring to make a sound, eyes glued to Gregory to see what he'd do next.
Gregory made a beeline for Abigail, ignoring everyone else. "Abigail, are you okay? Did someone mess with you?"
Abigail was just as surprised. "Mr. White, why are you here?"
Gregory's intense gaze softened. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice gentle. "I was worried you might be having a tough time, so I came to check on you."
Abigail stared at him, feeling a warm rush in her chest. She blinked, her eyes suddenly stinging. "How did you know I was upset?"
Gregory smiled, "Your face says it all. It's hard to miss."
He had sensed something was off with her mood last night. After she fell asleep, he called Leo to find out what was going on at DM. Sure enough, he found out about the video.
Abigail was deeply touched. If it weren't for all the eyes on them, she would've thrown herself into Gregory's arms.
But Gregory knew her too well. With just one look, he understood her thoughts. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His deep voice was reassuring. "Didn't you promise me that no matter what, you'd tell me if something was wrong? We'll talk about this later."
His lips were almost touching her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin. A tingling sensation spread from her ear through her whole body.
Abigail's ear itched, and she instinctively reached up to touch it. "I just didn't want you to worry."
She thought she could handle everything, but reality proved otherwise.
Gregory wanted to scold her, but when he saw her watery, pitiful eyes, he couldn't do it. In the end, he just sighed.
Gregory let go of Abigail and scanned the room with a sharp, piercing gaze. "I hear you all want to gang up on my wife?"
The others in the room saw Gregory's change in demeanor. With Abigail, his voice was so gentle it could melt butter. But when he looked at them, his gaze was icy, cold, and filled with a terrifying pressure.
They were on the verge of tears, quickly shaking their heads. "No way! Mrs. White is the CEO of DM."
But Gregory wasn't about to let them off the hook. His eyes narrowed, a dark, cold glint in them. "Are you saying my observation went wrong?"
The room grew even more tense.
"No, absolutely not!"
"It's all a big misunderstanding!"
"Mr. White, we respect Ms. Martin too much to threaten her. We just wanted to clear up the video, that's all."
Gregory sneered, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over everyone. His thin lips parted, and his words made everyone shudder. "Misunderstanding? I've seen that video. It's clearly shot from a selective angle. If you can't even see that, maybe someone else should take your place on the DM board?"
Even though Gregory's tone was calm, everyone could feel his anger! They wanted to run, but Gregory's cold, deep gaze made them freeze, unable to move. It was like they were nailed to their chairs.
Abigail stared at Gregory's back, a wave of emotion surging in her chest.
Since marrying Gregory, he had kept his promise, never letting her suffer any harm or grievance. His broad back had shielded her from countless storms. Like a gentle yet sturdy harbor, he gave her a strong sense of security.
Gregory held Abigail's delicate hand tightly, a cold smile on his lips. "Can't speak? Or did I hit the nail on the head?"
Everyone swallowed hard, wanting to defend themselves, but their throats felt stuffed with cotton, unable to make a sound. A strong sense of helplessness spread from their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
Gregory, satisfied with their reaction, continued, "As long as I'm here, Mrs. White will always be the CEO of DM, unless she doesn't want to be. Even if you don't like it, you'll have to accept it."
Such words, dripping with arrogance, would typically invite derision if uttered by anyone else. But this was Gregory. As the head of the White Group and heir to one of Aramore's most powerful financial dynasties, he had the clout to back up his proclamations.
Just when everyone thought they were doomed, Gregory sneered, "What are you waiting for? Apologize!"
Hearing this, everyone hurriedly stood up from their chairs and bowed respectfully to Abigail. "Ms. Martin, we were wrong!"
Gregory's voice was icy. "Louder!" he demanded.
Everyone immediately said louder, "We're sorry!"
This time, their voices were not only louder but also very synchronized. But Gregory was still not satisfied. "What did you do wrong? Explain clearly."
With an air of nonchalance, Gregory sat down in a chair, motioning for Abigail to do the same. She stifled a laugh, obediently taking her seat, eager to watch Gregory continue his unwavering defense.
Although she could handle this small matter herself, seeing Gregory defend her so fiercely made her heart uncontrollably sweet.
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