Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Chandler's expression shifted subtly, his voice taking on a deeper tone. "It's not just about the facts anymore; it's about public perception! If you step onto that stage now, how many of those reporters outside are here for the product launch, and how many are here for your personal scandals? Are we hosting a product launch or a press conference for your personal affairs?" "Uncle, the tickets for the launch were sold out over half a month ago. Are you suggesting that all these guests have clairvoyant abilities and bought tickets just to interrogate me?"

Keegan chuckled, "Uncle, people aren't that bored, and l‘m not that important. Anyone can give this presentation, but I indeed don't have a script. The performance metrics, research process, technical breakthroughs," he extended his slender hand, lightly tapping his temple with his index finger, "are all here. I can recount them all for you. I'm just afraid that, being older, you might forget on stage and end up making a fool of yourself." "You-you're utterly disrespectful!" Chandler's voice dripped with raw disdain, his face turning purple with anger.

Keegan stood up and approached Chandler step by step. The image of the teenager he once was, always overshadowed by his accomplished elder brother, slowly overlapped with the Keegan standing before him. With sharper features and a taller stature, Keegan exuded dominance.

Stopping thirty centimeters away from Chandler, Keegan looked up at him." Uncle, I don't need to emphasize the importance of this launch, do I?

Manage your people well." After a pause, he added, "Uncle, just because someone dies doesn't mean there isn't evidence."

Chandler's pupils contracted as he clenched his trembling hand, staring coldly at Keegan. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Keegan smirked and chuckled lightly. "That's why I said you're not suitable for the stage. You should acknowledge the fact that you are old and have poor memory."

Before Chandler could reply, someone called him for the pre-meeting interview. Keegan responded with a grunt and turned to leave, leaving Chandler visibly enraged.

A director who was friendly with Chandler chimed in, "Keegan's behavior is outrageous. Isn't he tarnishing the company's reputation?"

Mr. Jacobson, siding with Keegan, interjected, "Mr. Johnstone, your PR department hasn't addressed Mr. Kane's character. You seemed confident in Mr. Kane's character, but now that the situation has come to light, are you afraid these news stories will affect the company?"

Mr. Johnstone replied, "Our PR department handles crises related to brand image. This is a private matter for the Kane family. We can’t handle that, can we?" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Mr. Jacobson glanced at him. "So you think the Kane family's private matters won't affect the brand image?"

Mr. Johnstone frowned. "It will definitely have an impact." "Then why aren't you implementing crisis PR?"

Mr. Johnstone was caught off guard and felt embarrassed. "At a time like this, Mr. Jacobson, why are you still playing guessing games with me?"

Mr. Jacobson replied casually, "Just stating the facts. Let me remind everyone, the Vinci Rivera Group is no longer a family business. When one thrives, all thrive; when one falls, all fall. Think carefully about it." With that, he turned to accept the interview.

The directors on the scene exchanged glances but remained silent.

During Quentin Kane's tenure, the Vinci Rivera Group underwent its first reform. At that time, they needed talent and research and development, but funds were insufficient. Quentin distributed some of his shares, using some as collateral for loans and the rest to retain high-end talent. Each cutting-edge R&D expert received a small share of the Vinci Rivera Group's stocks, along with regular salaries and year-end bonuses.