Alone among them, Anastasia remained perfectly calm, even letting a small smile touch her lips.
"Resign? Let them," she said, her eyes glinting with a cool light.
The directors stared at her in shock. "Miss Sterling!"
"You've just arrived, you don't understand the situation," Ms. Evelyn said urgently. "Regan's people hold key positions. If they all leave at once, the company will collapse!"
"So, what's the alternative?" Anastasia countered. "Give in to their demands and let Regan stay?"
The directors fell silent.
"Let them resign," Anastasia instructed the assistant directly. "And send out a company-wide memo. Anyone else who wants to leave can do so now. They might as well go together."
The assistant looked from Anastasia to Mr. Lynn. Seeing no objection from the director, he nodded and hurried off.
"Miss Sterling, do you have a plan?" Mr. Lynn asked suddenly, his gaze calm and steady. Unlike Ms. Evelyn, he wasn't panicking. Anastasia's composure was too absolute to be dismissed. Though young, he didn't believe she was acting recklessly. She must have a contingency.
Anastasia offered a faint smile and raised an eyebrow. "What plan do I need? If they want to go, let them. We'll just hire new people. As long as we have money, is there really a shortage of talent?"
"But the company can't function with so many people gone at once…"
"Don't worry about that," Anastasia said dismissively. "I'll handle it."
"Oh, dear," one of them suddenly realized. "We forgot to ask about her marriage!"
"She's so young. How did she get married? And to whom?"
Ms. Evelyn was filled with worry and guilt. They had been so derelict in their duties that they didn't even know about this major event in her life. They had kept their distance these past two years, afraid of alienating her after being told she wanted to be left alone. Now they knew it was all a lie, a scheme orchestrated from the beginning. The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. It was either Regan or Lauren, trying to steal their Miss Sterling's inheritance. *In their dreams!*
After silently cursing the two, the conversation returned to its original topic.
"I wonder who she married. Does he treat her well? I hope he's not taking advantage of her."
The directors were of an older generation, and Unison Pharma wasn't a company that needed to chase trends. They rarely went online, let alone read celebrity news, so even though the identity of Anastasia's husband was no great secret, they remained in the dark.

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