?<strong>Chapter 820:</strong>


    Savannah gritted her teeth.


    “Damn it!”


    Her uncle and aunt-inw had been far too cunning, concealing Dottie’s recovery for so long.


    But so what if Dottie had recovered? The powerful business magnates in attendance would undoubtedly side with Owen.


    They ounted for over 60% of the votes, which meant 60% would surely go to him!


    Savannah took a slow, steady breath, allowing the tension to dissolve as a sense of calm spread through her chest.


    With the speeches now finished, the mood shifted.


    The air was thick with anticipation—it was time to vote.


    Each seat had a small panel in front of it, designed to capture each person’s choice with a single press.


    Madisyn didn’t hesitate.


    She clicked on Dottie’s name, her decision sure and clear.


    Savannah selected her father’s name, then nced around the room.


    She could feel the nervous energy in the air.


    Three minutester, the voting ended.


    The host walked to the center of the stage, his face a blend of professionalism and excitement.


    “Thank you all for participating.


    We’ve received a total of 590 votes.


    Now, let’s see how the results stand.”


    With a dramatic sweep of his hand, the giant screen behind him flickered to life, revealing the numbers for all to see:


    Laurence Wilson: 0 votes.


    Dottie Wilson: 350 votes.


    Owen Wilson: 190 votes.


    Abstentions: 50 votes.


    The room gasped in unison, the shock rippling through the crowd like a sudden windstorm.


    Dottie, who had stayed out of the spotlight for a full year, hade back strong, taking amanding lead over Owen in the votes.


    It didn’t take much to understand why Owen received zero votes—those who had been supporting him had consciously given their votes to Dottie.


    Madisyn’s eyes shone with a mix of relief and satisfaction.


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