307. Chapter 306: Turning Hostile! Directly Flipping the Table!
Homelander, with a smile on his face, walked behind one of the people and rested his hands on the back of his chair.
The Department Head of Marketing, who was sitting to Stan Edgar's right, tactfully stood up and gave his seat to Homelander.
"I don't recall notifying you to come," Stan Edgar's smile faded, his tone indifferent.
"So what? Ashley Barrett wouldn't welcome me?"
Homelander sat down in the chair openly, looking directly at Ashley Barrett without any reservation. Clearly, his purpose for coming this time was to humiliate Stan Edgar.
Since the Nazi Incident broke out, his popularity had soared, quickly recovering his previous approval rating, and even surpassing Starlight in one fell swoop.
Just when he thought Stan Edgar would let him resume the role of leader of The Seven, unexpectedly, what awaited him was Stan Edgar's ruthless suppression.
Marketing activities related to him were not only heavily cut, but many of his proposals were also rejected and dismissed. This unfair treatment instantly ignited Homelander's anger. His purpose for walking into the Meeting Room this time was to show Stan Edgar who really called the shots at Vought International!
"Of course... of course you're welcome," Ashley Barrett hurriedly forced a smile.
At this moment, Stan Edgar grimly took off his glasses. Clang... when the frame hit the table, it made a light sound.
Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Ashley Barrett felt like she had thorns in her back facing the gaze cast by the Vought President.
So she quickly added, "It's just a bit out of line with the rules. It would have been better if you had notified us in advance."
"Heh," Homelander sneered. "Talking about rules with me? Don't forget who is Vought International's greatest contributor. Speaking without modesty, Vought International is what it is today entirely thanks to me, Homelander, alone."
"This..." Ashley Barrett was like an ant on a hot pan at this moment. She didn't expect that as soon as Mr. Jervis left, Homelander would actually bare his fangs.
Looking at the embarrassed Ashley Barrett, standing there helpless and at a loss, Stan Edgar frowned slightly in disappointment.
Indeed, besides him, only Mr. Jervis could suppress Homelander. Now that Mr. Jervis was gone, Ashley Barrett, who had just become Vice President, had absolutely no deterrent effect on Homelander.
"Is that so? Pathetic guy, who gave you the courage to say such things in front of me?"
Seeing the atmosphere in the Meeting Room becoming increasingly tense and heavy, the Vought Executives present were so scared they didn't even dare to sweat. Their adam's apples bobbed, and they shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.
"Sorry, Mr. Stan Edgar, I suddenly remembered I still have a proposal that hasn't been finished. It's about the Starlight House charity gala, and I must finish it before the end of the month." The Department Head of Marketing quickly stood up, preparing to find an excuse to slip away.
"Oh dear, I haven't notified the Media yet. Thanks to the reminder from the Department Head of Marketing, it seems I need to hurry and go to the New York News Headquarters."
"Shit! You guys used up all the excuses, what am I supposed to use?" The Department Head of Publicity cursed inwardly.
But soon, he said, looking slightly ashamed, "Actually, today is the funeral of one of my relatives. According to custom..."
Before he could finish speaking, Stan Edgar tapped the table with his finger. "Everyone out. I want to talk to Homelander alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the few people sighed in relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, quickly packed their things, and left the Meeting Room one after another.
"Mr. Stan Edgar," Ashley Barrett said softly, looking at the two people whose tension was palpable.
"You too, out." After only Homelander and Stan Edgar were left in the Meeting Room, Stan Edgar then turned his head to look at Homelander.
"Making the atmosphere so unpleasant, are you trying to declare war on me? You pathetic worm who just lost his Nazi."
Stan Edgar's words made the smile on Homelander's face gradually stiffen. "You... motherfucker, say that again if you dare."
"Your Nazi is dead, that must be quite a blow to you. Shouldn't you be hiding in some corner right now, silently licking your wounds? Pathetic guy."
Stan Edgar leaned back in his chair, slightly raised his head, his gaze towards Homelander was extremely cold.
Homelander pursed his lips tightly, the muscles in his jaw twitched. The anger in his heart had reached its peak at this moment, as if two beams of Crimson Red Heat Vision could shoot out from his eyes at any moment.
"If Mr. Jervis hadn't taken the blame for you, the mistakes you made would have been enough to ruin your reputation. It's truly laughable to think about that you would actually be in a romantic relationship with a Nazi."
Others might fear Homelander, but Stan Edgar wouldn't. Every word he spoke was like peeling back Homelander's scars.
"I never make mistakes! I'm different from you ordinary humans! I'm smarter! Stronger! Even the most powerful missile can't kill me!"
Homelander looked at Stan Edgar with an angry face, then stood up and placed his hands on the edge of the meeting table, staring into Stan Edgar's eyes, and said word by word, "I'm not some motherfucker who hides in the dark, a pathetic worm silently licking his wounds! I'm fucking Homelander! Weakness is never in my dictionary! I've had enough! I've had enough of your fucking control.
Let me tell you, Stan Edgar, trying to turn me into a mere obedient puppet is fucking impossible!"
With a loud bang! The heavy meeting table was actually flipped over by Homelander. Bang! The meeting table rolled over and crashed heavily onto the ground, as if the entire building trembled slightly.
But Stan Edgar, sitting in his chair, was like a mountain, his complexion unchanged, calm and composed.
He slowly stood up, adjusted the collar of his suit, then bent down and picked up his glasses with shattered lenses from the ground, and said indifferently, "Remember to notify the finance department to replace the table with a new one."
After speaking, he walked towards the Meeting Room door.
Homelander stood rooted to the spot, without saying a word. At this moment, the anger in his heart burned fiercer and fiercer.
"Oh, and if you feel uncomfortable staying here, feel free to leave anytime." Before leaving, Stan Edgar turned around and looked at Homelander with a gaze as if looking at a dead man. "Everything you have was given to you by me. If you didn't have Vought, you would be nothing."
Soon, his figure disappeared from Homelander's field of vision.
"I'm nothing? Then I'd like to see what you amount to without your identity as President!" Homelander laughed out of extreme anger. His raised corners of the mouth, coupled with the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, made his entire face appear incredibly distorted.
...
At night, a black Cadillac slowly stopped in front of a Villa.
"A familiar place, a familiar feeling."
Xia Shang pushed open the car door, looked at the Villa before him, and said with some emotion.
For some reason, although both are Fantasy Worlds, The Boys gave him the feeling that it was more real. Could it be because it's the Main World?
(End of this chapter)