Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 386: Did they succeed?

"Uncle, if that's how you are going to decide things, then I think even we have to hold the formality."

Although the tone was still as polite as ever, the threat beneath it was impossible to ignore.

Morgan's sharp gaze turned to the one who had spoken, his cold stare carrying a weight that could make anyone tremble. He didn't say a word, but the sheer intensity of his eyes was enough to send chills through the room.

William, standing silently at the side, clicked his tongue, shaking his head internally. Some people really don't know when to stop.

The relative hesitated under Morgan's piercing gaze, but then steeling himself, he mustered all his confidence and continued, "Don't take this as my disrespect to you, Uncle. Everyone here holds you in the highest regard, but in return, we also expect the same consideration. Even rabbits bite when concerned. We may not have taken part in the company's operations, but we are still Win slows. We are still family. Do you think we will just stand by and do nothing?"

The more Morgan listened, the more amused he became. When did the younger generation become so eloquent?

They had mastered the art of speaking righteously while harboring dark malice in their hearts.

A soft scoff escaped his lips, unnoticed by those around him.

His gaze swiftly swept across the room, searching for anyone who stood apart from the herd —someone with a trace of genuine courage or independent thought.

But he found none.

Not that he had expected better.

These people had spent their lives hiding behind the Winslow name, using it to their advantage, growing fat on the family's influence without lifting ever a finger to contribute to it. What better could they be now?

"Uncle, we can't just sit back and do nothing," another voice spoke up, emboldened by the growing unrest. "Even if we never stepped in the company, we still hold its shares. If we all stand together, it might not destroy Winslow Global, but it will definitely bring irreparable damage."

At those words, Williams, who had been silent until now, suddenly let out a low, warning growl.

"How audacious!" His voice thundered through the room, making several people jolt in their stances. "You think you can threaten Sir?"

The ripple of fear spread among the relatives. None had expected the butler —always calm and composed —to suddenly lose his restraint.

It was at that moment they realized Butler William might have become butler of the house now, but in the early years, he was the same man who stood beside Morgan Winslow and took care of all threats.

There was a record set that not even a single enemy was able to make close to the ten-hand distance of Morgan's shadow.

Not that people didn't try, but none were ever successful.

They all were dealt brutally … by no other but the polite, harmless-looking William.

The man's loyalty was extreme. He wouldn't let even the slightest threat linger in the air.

And still, they all dared to threaten the old man right in front of him.

If people knew, they might think that all of them have lost interest in living.

Cold sweat beads layered their forehead, but before anyone could react, a crisp tap of Morgan's cane echoed through the silence, instantly restraining William's anger.

"William," Morgan said softly, but the weight of his words was undeniable. His gaze flickered back to his relatives as he continued, "Don't scare them. They all are … family."

Hearing the old man say that, they relatives were able to ease.

Family!

Yes, they were all family. And Williams can't threaten them.

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That assurance was enough to ease their heart.

The butler clenched his jaws, swallowing back the rest of the outburst. He understood what his boss meant. The next second, his composure returned to usual.

And seeing him finally eased, the relatives relaxed. They took a deep breath to calm their hearts. And just when they were better, they heard the old man speak from the side again.

Morgan had turned back his attention back to the so-called rebels.

"So," he said leisurely, his fingers drumming against the polished surface of the cane, "how do the rabbits plan to react then?"

The room fell into an eerie silence.

William's reaction earlier had clearly wavered confidence in their hearts. But still, they all had come here today with an intention, and they were unwilling to go back without attaining it.

Hence, after exchanging glances among themselves, they all nodded to each other. Then, one them stood straightened his posture in front of the old man before speaking, "Uncle, we are sorry if our tone came out wrong earlier. We didn't mean to threaten you. It's just that we had no other choice. If you don't agree to stand in support of us, we can do nothing but to give up on the company."

In the simple sense, what they all meant was that they would sell off their shares and completely disassociate themselves.

It was foolish, but threats never needed to hold logic. As long as it could make people reconsider their decision, it's effective.

At this moment, they all just wanted the old man to reconsider his side.

Morgan didn't look surprised at all. It was as if he had already expected their plan. How can he not? It was so obvious on their faces.

But even though he knew about their plans, he couldn't help but fall back into the train of his own thoughts, considering something in his thoughts.

If this warning had come under normal circumstances, this wouldn't even be called a threat. he wouldn't have even cared to think about it twice before dismissing them all.

However, the situation now was different.

He had to think once before actually deciding.

"You want to sell away your shares?" he asked, his tone suddenly becoming very serious.

His words sent a ripple of mixed emotions through the group.

They had expected anger. Or straight refusal.

But hesitation?

Did they succeed in finally making the old man see their importance?