Although the Winslow relatives didn't hold a significant number of shares individually, together, their collective stake ford a considerable percentage —enough to cause a ripple in the company.
And it was known —maybe the ripple itself wasn't strong enough to sink the ocean, but it certainly had the power to intensify the disturbance in the already troubled waters.
And right now, Winslow Global was an ocean battling a storm.
If at this mont, these minor shareholders —who also happened to be family —decided to sell their shares, it would only add to the turmoil.
That was the only reason why Morgan Winslow even considered their words.
Though he already knew their intentions, the furrow between his brows deepened with serious thought. Still, he asked, "Are you all planning to sell the shares you hold in the company?"
He didn't need the confirmation from them —he just needed to gauge their determination.
The relatives exchanged glances before nodding in unison. Even though they hadn't spoken a word to each other, they were bound by a mutual understanding. Their goal was simple —to make the old man realize the importance of their support in the situation.
"Uncle, we don't want to do this, but you must understand … we have to think of our future," One of them said, speaking with calculated concern. "Our children are still young. If we don't leave a few profit-giving assets to them, how will they rember us after we are gone?"
Morgan's gaze slowly shifted to the one who spoke. He didn't respond imdiately, but his eyes remained fixed, unreadable.
His silence like that made the relatives believe they were making the progress.
After all, if he weren't considering their words, they would have been dismissed long ago.
Finally, after a long pause, Morgan spoke.
"Those shares are yours to decide upon. I have no say in that," he said, his voice steady. "But since you all have co here, and I am the elder of this family, I would still advise you against it."
The relatives perked up.
This was exactly what they expected …This was exactly what they wanted.
They knew the old man wouldn't agree to them selling their shares.
After all, if they sell out the shares, it would not just worsen the company's crisis —it would also create panic in the market, making others doubt the company's future. Because they weren't just shareholders; they were Winslows.
Their actions would be seen as internal collapse.
"Uncle, we already said we have no other choice. We are thinking about our future. Please understand," one of the relatives said, standing firm in their stance. They just wanted to add to the built-up pressure.
Morgan turned his gaze to the speaker, his expression unreadable.
For a mont, it seed like he was truly reconsidering their words. But just when they thought they had finally persuaded him, he sighed and said, "You seem to have misunderstood sothing, son."
The room fell silent.
Everyone frowned in confusion.
Morgan leaned back slightly in his chair and let out a low chuckle. "It's not that I am prohibiting you from selling your shares." His words sent a wave of bewildernt through the group.
They exchanged confused glances, trying to make sense of his aning. But no matter how they tried, they simply couldn't decipher it.
Under their questioning gazes, Morgan continued, his tone calm yet piercing. Giving a sense of warmth, yet carrying the clear unmasked hint of coldness.
"Those shares are your assets. Who am I to refuse you? If it were possible and you wished to burn them to ashes, even then I wouldn't have minded the slightest."
His words sent chills through the room. Their hands clenched at their sides.
The old man … didn't care?
They thought they were able to convince the old man, but little did they expect he wouldn't give a damn…
How could he be so ruthless?
Would he not give them even a little consideration?
"Of course, I will give you consideration," Morgan said, as if reading their thoughts. "You are family. Given the kinship we share, how could I not?"
Hope flickered in their eyes.
Only to be crushed again the next mont.
"Since you all want to sell the shares to make a better future for yourself and your family, I can help you sell it for a profit."
The relatives blinked in confusion, once again not understanding his aning at all.
What did he an?
Morgan remained composed as he continued, "Even though that brat is my grandson, I won't let him bully you. He must take responsibility for his actions. Since it's because of him that you are forced to sell your shares, then he will be the one to bear your losses."
His words like this didn't help, rather, it only further deepened their confusion.
Aiden would bear the losses?
What was the old man even implying?
They were about to question him when Morgan made everything clear.
"You don't have to sell your shares on the market at a loss. Instead, sell them to that brat," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusent. "I will ask him to buy them at the previous market price. That way, none of you will suffer a loss due to his decision or actions."
Silence stilled the air, and the room froze.
Everyone was utterly speechless …
Morgan's words had completely derailed their plan.
Wasn't this … too cunning?
They had used the shares as a threat, hoping to force his hand, to make him stop them so they could use it as leverage. But instead of preventing them from selling, he was helping them to sell?
And not just that —he was making Aiden buy their shares at a high price?
How could they refuse such an offer?
But if not refuse …
How could they accept it?
Either way, they were at a complete loss. No matter what they decide, they would be seen as the fools.
How did they get trapped in such a situation?
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