Seeing that Shawn remained unresponsive for a while, Ivy added, "If you don't want to give it to me today, it's fine. I'll ask you every day until you give it to me." Shawn's headache intensified. He had always been firm in his decisions at work, but he hadn't expected his grandmother to find someone more stubborn than himself to marry him. Did she really believe that Ivy could save him? Considering the situation and her determination, if he didn't give it to her today, she would pester him every day. Reluctantly, Shawn took out his phone, accessed the case files, and sent the diagnostic report to Ivy. After receiving the document, Ivy waved at him with a cheerful smile. "Go get some rest." Feeling irritated and confused about why he had to endure this, Shawn returned to his bedroom. However, he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tried. Suddenly, he sat up at the edge of the bed, staring at the light filtering through the door that was increasingly dazzling. The more he looked at it, the more awake he became. If Ivy was really playing hard to get, she had succeeded. He felt a strong urge to burst out of the room and scold her, much like he would discipline one of his employees. But... At that moment, the lights in the living room abruptly dimmed, casting the room into complete darkness. The anger that had welled up within Shawn abruptly dissipated with the sudden change in lighting. He fell silent in the darkness, chuckling to himself. He was annoyed. The frustration lingered until the following morning. Shawn arrived early at the DT Investment Group and ordered all the senior executives to gather in the meeting room. The entire meeting lasted for thirty minutes, with no discussions or scolding from Shawn. He sat silently in the main seat, his dark gaze fixating on each employee. He didn't speak; he didn't scold anyone. The senior executives were too afraid to break the silence, and an eerie stillness filled the room. No one dared to disturb this unsettling tranquility. Finally, it was Special Assistant who couldn't bear it any longer. He sent a text message to Jasson Brown, instructing him to call Mr. Tate immediately. "Take over the meeting," he told Special Assistant, before returning to his office to take Jasson's call."Shawn, you're a real pro at screwing with your friends!" Jasson's voice crackled with irritation. He explained how he had attended the cocktail party the previous night, where he was invited to a never-ending stream of toasts. This had led him to become heavily intoxicated. "Yesterday morning, your people showed up and took me to the event venue before I had even fully woken up! Weren't you supposed to confirm your attendance?" Jasson paused, then sent photos of his injured hand. He complained, "Who would bring a friend to such a meaningless and insincere party, making him suffer, just after they've had a car accident after landing?" "You only have minor soft tissue injuries," Shawn calmly exposed Jasson's exaggerations, set his phone aside, and returned to his work. Jasson went silent for a moment, then began defending himself, "But you can't just drag me to the annual shareholder meeting of the Alter Group. The place is full of sycophantic old men and false socialites trying to climb the social ladder. Have you seen the way they fawn over Kevin Alter? It's nauseating! They should take a look at themselves in the mirror. With their looks and manners, do they really think they can impress the Alter family?" Jasson continued to vent. Seeing that Jasson was starting to be difficult, Shawn handed off the documents he had been reviewing to his special assistant and asked him, "Is the important business done?" "Of course," Jasson replied quickly. Remembering how uncomfortable Bob Alter had looked when the vote results came in, he couldn't help but smile smugly. "You won't believe it, but when the result of the vote was revealed, that old guy looked like he was about to have a heart attack. I think I really enjoyed seeing him suffer." "But, Shawn, after the vote results were announced, that old man's face turned incredibly dark. I suspect he might come to settle the score with you today. Be careful." Upon hearing this, Shawn's expression turned serious. "Hmm." As soon as the words were spoken, a secretary's anxious voice came from outside the door, "Chairman Alter, you can't go in." The next moment, the door was forcefully pushed open. Bob Alter, the Chairman of the Alter Group, entered the room with a determined stride, leaning on his cane. His eyes, much like Shawn's, were filled with anger, intensifying the tension in the office. Following Shawn's instructions, the special assistant swiftly ushered the employees out of the office, creating a relatively private environment for their boss. "You, as the second-largest shareholder of the group, not only failed to attend the shareholder meeting but also sent the most notorious lawyer in the entire city to attend. You made him disrupt the progress of the meeting. Are you trying to humiliate me?" An infuriated Bob Alter slammed his cane against the floor, rebuking Shawn, "Don't think I don't know your intentions. You had him exercise your veto power to block the cooperation between the Alter Group and H Capital for a reason. You want our Alter Group to suffer from a financial crisis, leading to either bankruptcy or a hostile takeover and restructuring by your people, right?" Shawn's eyes remained cold, and he taunted, "Since you understand it all, why are you here to embarrass yourself?" ***