Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The Young President

Surrounded by the high-level executives, Vivian got on the elevator. She turned around and asked the vice president, "Are there still a few people who haven't come?"

"Yes."

Vice president Peyton leaned forward respectfully, but there was a hint of casualness in his words. "Some old men headed by Bruce are very arrogant, and they want to teach you a lesson."

"Really?"

Vivian said with a sense of coldness all over her body, "The world has long changed. Why can't my uncles see through it?"

Bruce Nelsen sat in the conference room with five directors. They leaned on the back of the chair, crossed their legs, and drank tea. All of them looked careless on the surface, but in fact, they were very anxious.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" Bruce sat on the chairman's seat, showing anxiety on his fat and big face. He ordered the female secretary behind him. "Go and have a look."

"Heinrich don't worry. He will come sooner or later. Since he is the new president, he must want to put on airs."

Charles Nelsen held a string of Buddhist beads in his hands.

Bruce shook his head. "Young people are not punctual. Don't be nervous, and say what to say later. Nelsen Group is the property of the Nelsen family, and I still have the final say."

Just as the old men were discussing how to give the new major shareholder a bad rap, the female secretary hurried back with staggering steps.

"Mr. Nelsen, the new president summoned the managers to another conference room, and the meeting is almost over..."

"What?"

Several old guys stood up one after another and slapped the table angrily. "We have made great contributions to Nelsen Group. How dare he ignore us!"

The new president was so rude.

The female secretary said with a pale face, "It's not he. It's a woman."

The old guys were surprised again. "Woman?"

As soon as Vivian announced that the meeting was over, Bruce and Charles rushed in with a group of people angrily, but after seeing Vivian, the angry expression was replaced by surprise. "Vivian..."

"How could it be you?"

Bruce and Charles made all kinds of preparations, but they didn't expect that the person who brought Nelsen Group back to life and bought 51% of its shares turned out to be Vivian.

Wasn't she dead?

Three years ago, Vivian, the eldest daughter of the Nelsen family, the successor of Nelsen Group, accidentally fell off a cliff while climbing a mountain. Her body had not been found until now. After Bruce and Charles held a grand funeral for her, they took over the management right of the Nelsen Group and divided up the properties and stocks under Vivian's name. However, they didn't expect that the dead person would come back.

As Vivian looked at the shock on their faces, she leaned lazily on the chair and smiled. "Uncle Bruce, Uncle Charles. I came back alive. Are you surprised?"

Her words made them come back to their senses. Bruce and Charles suddenly changed their faces. They looked at Vivian tearfully and excitedly stepped forward to hug her.

"Vivian, it's great that you are still alive. Your parents will be happy if they know about it..."

Vivian slid the chair back and frowned in disgust. She looked at them calmly, and said with a trace of coldness, "I also believe that they will be very happy."

Bruce and Charles were surprised by Vivian's cold eyes, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Vivian didn't intend to talk with them either. She turned to the executives and said, "All of you here are old employees of the Nelsen Group, so you know my temper and style. Now that I'm back, I won't let Nelsen Group go bankrupt. I will protect the company of my parents. Please do your job well, and I will never treat you badly."

At the same time, North City.

Blaine took Sherry Wilson out of the hospital. On the way back, he held the phone and said, "You can't find any traces? What are you doing?"

The assistant was trembling on the other end of the phone. He was also surprised. He checked the surveillance cameras again and again, and he tried many methods, but he couldn't find any trace of Vivian. She seemed to disappear.

He swallowed his saliva and reported tremblingly. "Mrs. Evans is indeed a girl from the countryside in Ink City, and her parents have indeed passed away due to illness."

Blaine tapped his fingertips on his knees, and his expression became calm.