Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Capítulo 1675: Chapter 1668: Forcing the Throne

At this moment, in the Morgan Family’s conference room, the atmosphere felt remarkably heavy, all because of the Clan Elder Meeting that’s about to be held. This meeting is to determine who is the future successor of the Morgan Family. Regardless of who wins or loses, the entire Morgan Family is likely to undergo a brutal purge, giving everyone a sense of an impending storm.

The Morgan Family’s conference room is very spacious, approximately over two hundred square meters, and unlike ordinary conference rooms, this one is completely tiered.

At the highest point in the conference room stands a chair crafted from redwood, exceptionally luxurious. This is the seat of Moore Morgan, the current Clan Leader of the Morgan Family.

Below the Clan Leader’s seat, there are eight chairs arranged on either side, four on each side. These are the positions of the eight clan elders of the Morgan Family. The clan elders are equivalent to the elders of a Chinese family or, in other words, important family members who possess most of the resources and power of the Morgan Family. Although there are eight chairs here, only six are occupied, clearly indicating that Angel had previously sent the unfortunate ones to prison.

The position below the clan elders is the lowest level, with rows of densely arranged chairs, generally used for significant meetings of the Morgan Family. However, today is the Morgan Family’s Clan Elder Meeting, and the subordinate branches of the Morgan Family have no right to be here. As a result, the entire conference room appears empty, with only a few people sitting in the front rows. These are all young men and women whose faces now seem exceptionally cold, even carrying a hint of murderous intent.

“Father, it’s already ten o’clock, and Angel still hasn’t arrived. It’s disrespectful to not acknowledge you as the Clan Leader, making us wait for her. Such a person is absolutely unqualified to participate in the Morgan Family’s succession. Father, I strongly suggest canceling Angel’s eligibility for family succession.” Suddenly, a bearded white man stood up abruptly from his chair and spoke to Moore, seated at the top position, his eyes flashing with an aggressive look.

“Father, I strongly suggest canceling Angel’s eligibility for family succession as well. She has gone too far recently. I also heard she clashed with the American Superhero Team over some yellow-skinned Houzi, which is completely against our Morgan Family’s development direction. Besides, if the Morgan Family were handed to Angel, I worry that, in the future, our Morgan Family would no longer be a Morgan Family but that Houzi’s family instead. I too agree to cancel Angel’s succession eligibility and even expel her from the Morgan Family.”

Another young, handsome, noble-looking white man stood from his position and spoke loudly.

“I also agree to expel Angel from the Morgan Family.”

“I also agree.”

The remaining white men and women stood up and voiced their support loudly. Angel is arguably their biggest obstacle in the competition for family succession, and expelling Angel from the Morgan Family would mean losing their strongest rival.

The Morgan Family’s Clan Leader, Moore, is a typical white man, with a beard covering most of his face, but his eyes are sharp and frightening.

Sitting in the Clan Leader’s seat, Moore listened to his children’s words, while a cold gleam flickered deep within his eyes, even accompanied by a hint of murderous intent—the heart of a ruler is the coldest. Angel’s recent actions not only threatened his children but also posed a strong threat to himself, the Morgan Family’s Clan Leader.

There are even rumors that Angel has already won over the Clan Elder Meeting, intending to dethrone him from his position as Clan Leader, making his heart’s murderous intent grow stronger and filling Moore with a desire to kill. Though at only fifty-plus years, he can easily live to seventy or eighty. The reason the Morgan Family is choosing a successor now is the fear of a sudden incident for the Clan Leader, leading to chaos without leadership. However, selecting a family successor and relinquishing the Clan Leader’s position are two entirely different matters.

“You’re right; Angel’s actions have gone too far this time. Our Morgan Family never had any conflicts with the American Superhero Team, yet she allowed a mere Chinese man to cause such a rift. This is utterly infuriating, and once Angel arrives, I will directly revoke her status as a family successor. Clan elders, what do you think?”

Moore focused his gaze on several clan elders in the Morgan Family, a cold gleam shining in his eyes. Although these clan elders are only elders, their power and influence are hardly lesser than his, even stronger. He must consider the feelings of these six clan elders.

“Clan Leader, revoking Angel’s eligibility for family succession seems excessively excessive, and it’s inappropriate to revoke a family successor’s identity based only on these individuals’ words. If this were to spread, our Morgan Family might become a laughingstock.” A Morgan Family elder said hoarsely, completely ignoring Moore’s icy gaze.

“Old Martin is right, Moore; as the Morgan Family’s Clan Leader, I hope you prioritize the Family’s honor. If outsiders learn that our Morgan Family casually revokes a family successor’s identity based on a few juniors’ words, we will undoubtedly become a laughingstock.”

Another voice echoed, but it was exceptionally eerie, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The other Morgan Family clan elders didn’t speak, but none voiced support for Moore, implicitly agreeing with the preceding clan elders’ views.

Swoosh!

Seeing the reaction from the six clan elders, those young men and women below turned extremely sullen. They knew Moore was already displeased with Angel, allowing them to suggest revoking Angel’s status, but they never imagined these clan elders would actually stand with Angel despite having accepted their offerings and promised to help them in the Clan Elder Meeting.

After hearing these words, Moore became extremely somber. What benefits did Angel give these clan elders that they would turn against him?

“Old Martin, White, don’t forget, I am still the Morgan Family’s Clan Leader. Angel is just a minor member of the Morgan Family. Are you truly willing to break with us over her…?”

Before Moore could finish his sentence, the conference room door was abruptly pushed open from outside, and an exceptionally crisp voice rang out: “Morgan Family’s Clan Leader, you indeed are now, but soon you won’t be. Besides, they aren’t turning against you; they are wisely choosing their allegiance. With you, the Morgan Family will forever stagnate, whereas with me, their standing will greatly exceed.”

Angel’s voice resonated clearly in the conference room, her graceful figure slowly appeared in everyone’s view, the crisp sound of high heels echoing in everyone’s hearts.

Especially upon seeing Angel’s frost-like countenance, those young men and women were utterly stunned. They initially thought Angel merely wanted the Morgan Family successor position, repeatedly warning them, but they never imagined Angel’s ambition was so significant, aiming for the Clan Leader’s position—how audacious!

“Angel, you’re too presumptuous; how dare you speak to Father like that. Kneel down and apologize immediately.” The handsome, aristocratic young white man stood abruptly, furiously shouting at Angel.

“Brown, you’d best shut up; otherwise, I won’t hesitate to eliminate you now. Don’t think I’m unaware of your attempts to assassinate me. My dear siblings, I advise you not to provoke me. Stand obediently aside; perhaps later I’ll mercifully grant you a carefree wealthy life. Otherwise, I won’t mind ensuring you meet a grim end.”

As her words fell, a sharp murderous intent burst forth from Angel, enveloping the conference room in an eerie chilling atmosphere.

“Angel, do you truly think you’ve cornered us?”

The bearded white man quickly stood again, glaring at Angel, his eyes filled with equal murder, he lifted his left hand and slammed it hard on the chair: “Angel, do you think you can corner us today? I tell you, we’ve already stationed troops outside, you’ll never escape even with wings.”

As he spoke, the white man’s palm persistently slapped the chair several times.

Angel stood motionless, her charming gaze mocking him, watching the white man’s performance as if observing a fool.

After a while, the entire conference room returned to silence, without a stir, not a sound from outside.

“No… this can’t be, I clearly arranged people outside, why is no one here? Come out!”

Seeing an unresponsive conference room, the young men’s faces immediately turned unsightly. They knew they had stationed men around the conference room, which would rush in after five chair slaps, but there was not a single person now—how is this possible?