Chapter 882

Holding a shareholders' meeting was a big deal for any company. So why would they've called one without a reason? "It looks like someone wants to stage a power grab." Zion's tone was amused, but his eyes were icy. In the conference room, a few shareholders were engaged in hushed conversation. "Before, we put up with Zion because of Mr. Norman. But now that Mr. Norman's gone, Zion is still here and acting like a king. We should just vote him out at today's shareholders' meeting." "Exactly. How can a brat from the slums run the Norman family? I was already unhappy when Zion renamed the Norman Group to Spencer Group. Now that he's back, it's time to settle this score!" Outside the conference room, Maeve overheard the shareholders' disdain for Zion and felt a sharp pang of pain. She had heard many rumors about Zion—some claimed he was cold and ruthless, others that he was merciless. Before Zion revealed his role as the Spencer family heir, people had called him a reaper from hell a