Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 410: Malcom Moore Officially Takes Over Morris Group...
This brat has finally grown up and doesn’t need me to worry anymore.
Over these years, because of that woman, he’s been neglecting his duties, unwilling to help me manage the company’s affairs.
However, the business handed over to him, he’s been managing it very well.
Now with the young lady from the Sterling family keeping him in check, he knows how to show respect to his father and assist me in handling the company’s affairs, allowing me to finally relax.
If he could give me a well-behaved grandson, I could enjoy my retirement days at home.
Charles Moore looked at the room full of board members and solemnly announced, "The reason I’ve gathered everyone here today is to announce something important: Starting today, all the real estate, entertainment, and other industries under the Morris Group will be led by my son, Malcom, as the new president. From now on, all matters, big and small, within the group will be decided by Malcom, without needing my opinion. I hope all board members will support Malcom in continuing to develop and grow Morris."
This statement shocked all the board members in the room.
As the chairman, Charles Moore wasn’t even that old, not at the stage where he had to hand over his position. Why suddenly hand over all the power?
The board members started whispering and discussing among themselves.
Seeing this, Charles cleared his throat and continued, "I’ve been managing Morris Group for years and it’s been exhausting. Now that Malcom is willing to help me manage it, I can enjoy some peace and rest. Plus, this is the age of the younger generation. I believe under my son Malcom’s leadership, Morris can only go higher and further."
Just as Charles finished speaking, a displeased old board member immediately spoke up, "Mr. Moore, we all know Malcom is your only child, and the company will eventually be handed down to him. But you’re still young, there’s no need to hand the entire company to Malcom now. If you wish to train him, giving him a general manager position first would be better, wouldn’t it?"
As soon as this board member spoke, others immediately agreed, "Yes, Mr. Moore. If you want to train Malcom, start by giving him the position of general manager. After he’s gained some experience under your guidance for a few more years, it won’t be too late to hand over the entire group to him then!"
"Yes, yes."
"Mr. Moore, why don’t you think it over?"
Charles looked at the board members who spoke, "I know all of you are considering the welfare of Morris and that’s appreciated. But rest assured, Malcom is capable of fulfilling the role of president of Morris. Under his leadership, I believe Morris will only become more glorious!"
Even though Charles said this, those board members were still reluctant to believe that Malcom could fulfill the role of president of Morris Group.
After all, in their eyes, Malcom was still too young, lacking much experience in managing the company, and was often rumored to be nothing but a playboy who indulges in pleasure.
Just as everyone continued to argue, Malcom slowly stood up.
The tall figure wore a well-fitted formal suit.
He stood there, tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding naturally an aura of authority that commands respect.
On his handsome face, there was an unprecedented seriousness.
His sharp eyes, as though they could see through everything, glanced over everyone present, his tone firm and confident like never before, "Please watch closely, I, Malcom, will prove myself with my actions, and I will not disappoint my father and the board’s expectations. I am determined to elevate Morris to a new height. And sitting here today, accepting my father’s trust, means I’m fully prepared. If you have any concerns, feel free to test me."
Malcom’s confidence, that innate commanding presence, silenced most of the board members.
But there were always one or two exceptions.
A high-minded old board member looked at Malcom and said, "Since you’re so confident, Malcom, let me probe you a bit: what’s your plan for the city government land that’s been so hard to acquire?"
Facing all the questions raised by the old board member, Malcom responded satisfactorily with sharp insight, accurate judgment, and suitable, decisive handling, winning unanimous approval from all the board members present.
As a result of Malcom’s own efforts, all the board members of Morris Group unanimously decided that Malcom would officially assume the role of president from Charles Moore, overseeing all affairs within the company from today onwards.
After settling the matter of the group presidency, Charles Moore smiled at everyone and announced, "Everyone, I have some good news to share. In a week, Malcom will hold an engagement banquet with Engineer Sterling’s daughter, and I hope you all can attend."
Hearing Charles Moore’s words, all the board members nodded in agreement.
Everyone present knew of Engineer Sterling and, of course, the story that Engineer Sterling died to save Mr. Moore.
Those uncles and elder figures who built the Morris empire with Charles looked upon Malcom growing up and naturally hoped he could marry someone suitable.
They knew Engineer Sterling’s character.
Logically, the Sterling family’s daughter should not be lacking and ought to be a good match for Malcom.
Moreover, with marriage and a family, Malcom might mature more.
But the newly ascended board members weren’t so convinced.
In their eyes, Malcom’s actions seemed purely driven by a sense of obligation.
And based on such an abnormal foundation—not founded on love, further compounded by social disparity—how long such a marriage could last is indeed...
The news of the Crown Prince of Morris Group assuming the president role of Morris Group and taking over the entire group, as well as his upcoming engagement, quickly spread throughout River City.
River City’s journalists sprang into action and interviewed Malcom on the day he took over Morris Group.
Malcom had completely changed from his former carefree demeanor.
He appeared on television screens in a black suit, exuding a remarkable presence.
He sat there quietly, neither overbearing nor dismissing others, yet drawing attention effortlessly.
When faced with the reporters’ questions, his answers were casual yet filled with confidence and composure.
His cold, sharp face was strikingly handsome, with well-defined features, appearing very unrestrained, but the occasional glint in those mischievous peach blossom eyes made no one dare to dismiss him even for a second.
He had thick black short hair, with countless charm under his sword-shaped brows.
Those black, captivating peach blossom eyes were playfully tilted, full of affection, so that one might carelessly fall deeply into his gaze.
A high and straight nose, well-shaped.
Thin red lips that seemed indifferent, yet always appeared to carry a smile.
