The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

In recent years, with the rapid advancement of Al technology, many tech industries have found themselves caught in a whirlwind of change.

The subsidiary company Rosalynn was visiting today was no exception.

Simply put, the company had been experiencing a downward trend in its performance for six consecutive quarters. To date this year, it had hit a shocking record of a 300% loss.

The overseeing body of Bane Corporation, where these issues were reported, had ordered an internal audit last month.

Rosalynn's visit today was to inspect the results of this audit.

Upon hearing that it was Rosalynn, and not her husband Wayne who would be visiting, the subsidiary breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if a sword hanging over their necks had been lifted.d2 Being techies, their interactions with headquarters were limited.

Their impressions of Rosalynn were mostly based on rumors from her time as Secretary Tesdal.

Even though they had heard of her iron-fisted approach earlier this year, it hadn't personally affected them, so it didn't feel real.

Inside the conference room, as soon as Rosalynn sat down, the department head stood up, smiling, "Mrs. Silverman, we appreciate your visit. We've been auditing ourselves for the past two weeks. There doesn't seem to be any internal issues. As you know, Bane Corporation's Al is skyrocketing, and it's been overlapping with our main operations..."

"So, is that your audit result? The problem lies with Bane Corporation's AI?" Rosalynn interrupted, her face expressionless. "To salvage your six-quarter downward trend, do you want me to shut down Bane Corporation's AI?"

The corpulent man was taken aback, then quickly regained his jovial demeanor, "Oh, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean that..." As he spoke, he cast a desperate look at Sean and the others.

"Elvis, there's no Mrs. Silverman here, only President Tesdal," Sean said sternly. "We're not here for small talk. We're here to address your continuous losses, so take this seriously."

Elvis' smile faltered, and he sat down, deflated.

Rosalynn leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the table as she looked at the managers and supervisors.

After about five minutes of silence, the executives, once relaxed and cheerful, began to sweat nervously.

Then, they heard Rosalynn's calm, even friendly question, "Do you all agree with Elvis?"

The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, all echoing Elvis' sentiment.

As they talked, Rosalynn listened attentively, without interruption.

When the voices dwindled and finally fell silent, she spoke, "Well, who can blame you for being born in such a fast-paced era? If you stand still, someone will sprint ahead. Is Al really the cause of your losses? Listen to yourselves. What kind of excuse is that?"

"I don't have to look far. A decade ago, a leading mobile phone brand fell from grace due to its reluctance to innovate, and was eventually bought out at a bargain price. Today, the brand no longer exists." Sean chimed in, "They could also blame the rise of brands like Apple for squeezing their market share. But what's the point? Bankruptcy is bankruptcy. If you've spent half a month preparing to tell Ms. Tesdal this, we can end this meeting right now."This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.