Even though the PR department was trying their best, it wasn’t making much of a dent—after all, some of the media outlets involved were owned by the Wilson Group, so there was just no way to stop all the bad press.
Of course, the real problem wasn’t just the negative headlines. It was that the Reed family had stepped forward, confirming the rumors.
Mr. Reed was no ordinary figure, and the fact that he’d almost lost his life over this had everyone in the industry talking—and not in a good way for us.
And as if that wasn’t enough, all those big orders we’d landed? Canceled. People were demanding compensation left and right.
The shareholders weren’t going to let this slide, either. They were already furious with Ms. Taylor.
Jordan Smith’s face was grim, but he made a quick decision. “Give full refunds on all orders, and offer additional compensation where needed. Tell PR to keep pushing—we need to limit the fallout as much as possible. I’ll deal with the shareholders myself.”
Nathan Gates nodded. “Understood.”
That morning, at the Smith Group’s shareholder meeting, tempers were running high.
“This is outrageous! In all the years Smith Group has been around, we’ve never had a scandal like this. Plagiarizing someone else’s data? Unbelievable!”
“Jordan, I have to say—even if you care about Sandra Taylor, you can’t just let her run wild in the company!”
“Yeah, you’ve always had a good head for business, but when it comes to Sandra Taylor, you’ve really lost your judgment.”
“When we agreed to bring her in, it was only because you swore she was so talented. But honestly, since she joined Smith Group, has she done anything right? She’s nothing compared to Camila Davis—not by a long shot! And now she’s stolen Camila’s work, too. If you ask me, you should bring Camila back.”
“Exactly! Camila’s system has foreign companies lining up to partner with us. Now she’s developed a breakthrough drug—she’s incredible.”
“Jordan, you’ve always been a sharp investor, but your taste in women leaves a lot to be desired. When you had Camila, maybe she didn’t come from money, but she was dependable, hardworking, and loyal. Sandra, on the other hand… always chasing after things she doesn’t understand.”
Jordan listened to the criticism, his face growing darker with every word. The worst part was, he couldn’t really defend Sandra Taylor—not even to himself. She’d made a mess, and now it was up to him to clean it up.
Back when Camila Davis was around, everything just seemed to run smoother. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He tugged at his collar and said coldly, “I’ll handle this. I’ll do everything I can to minimize the losses, and I’ll make it up to all of you in other ways.”
“That’s not enough,” one shareholder snapped. “If possible, I think Sandra Taylor should leave the company. If she’s not up to the job, let’s get someone who is.”
“And that pharmaceutical research lab—if it’s costing us so much, just shut it down.”
That suggestion got a chorus of agreement from the room.
Under pressure, Jordan could only grit his teeth. “I’ll give it serious consideration.”
The shareholders left—somewhat placated.


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