Although the old man had frad his proposal in a way that seed to prioritize the relatives' interests, they were not naive enough to miss his true intentions.
If they sold their shares and Aiden bought them all, it would only grant him absolute control over their stake.
They had co here to shake his position, yet now, the old man had cunningly turned the situation around, making it seem as if they were the ones handing over more power instead.
It wasn't just a minor setback —it was a CHECKMATE!
Morgan tapped his cane against the floor.
"Well? What are you all waiting for?" he asked, amusent dancing in his eyes. "Didn't you co here prepared to sell?"
His words only made it painfully clear that, since the very beginning, the old man had seen through their ploy.
He had rely played along, indulging them just enough to corner them completely, cutting off every escape route.
How had they not realized?
Silence filled the room.
No one spoke. They had no words.
But even so, they couldn't simply accept this outco.
The shares of Winslow Global weren't just ordinary assets —they were their safety net, their lifelong assurance that they would never lack anything in this world.
How could they bear to give up sothing that guaranteed their wealth, status and power?
Hesitation flickered across their faces.
"Uncle, we don't think —"
Before they could voice out their refusal, a sharp tap of the wooden cane silenced them.
As they looked, the shift in Morgan's deanor beca unmistakable.
The amusent which had been in his eyes seconds ago vanished, replaced by an icy sharpness that sent chills.
His gaze swept over everyone, freezing them in their spots while his words ca to hit each one of their consciousness.
"You all claid to be concerned about your future —I understood that."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight that made their breath hitch.
"You said you feared having nothing left for your children —I understood that, too."
His fingers slowly drumd against the handle of his cane; the sound eerily rhythmic.
"You wanted to sell your shares during a ti of crisis, knowing full well what it could do to the company —and I still agreed."
His eyes darkened, the air of the room growing heavier.
"But now, after all that, you hesitate?" His voice dropped, dangerously low. "Now that I have given you exactly what you asked for, you dare to second-guess your words?"
No one dared to answer.
The cold edge in his tone sent a clear warning —one that made their hands clench involuntarily at their sides.
The pressure of the air grew so intense in the room that they felt the sky pressing them down to hell. They couldn't lift their heads.
Morgan let out a quiet scoff. "Don't make think your concerns were nothing more than a facade," he continued. "That you weren't actually worried about securing your future but rely using the current crisis of the company to trick —trying to use little sches to make things difficult for Aiden."
It was bang on —hitting straight the bullseye.
The room grew deathly still.
Morgan leaned forward slightly, his grip tightening on his cane. "You know well that ploys like these are the last thing I will tolerate."
His voice carried no rage, no outburst, yet the unshakable authority laced to it sent shivers down everyone's spine.
None dared to make a sound. And no one dared even to raise their head and et the old man's gaze. They all simply stood there with their head hung low.
For a good while, the air remained silent. And it was only after a long mont that Morgan's voice cut through smoothly.
"Since you all have already decided to sell it before, there is no need to ponder over it more and grow hesitant," he said, and at his words, the relatives glanced up. "Aiden had truly been reckless this ti. He made not just the company suffer, but also put you in a difficult spot. It's fine, I can understand your difficulty. As long as you sell your shares to him, I won't bla you people. After all, we all have right to think about our family first."
Since he had put it that way, can they even refuse?
The old has said it clear —
Only when they sell their shares and rights to Aiden would they be off the hook.
Do they even have a choice now?
"You all can go now, and rest assured. I will talk to that brat, and tomorrow itself, soone will co to get your signatures on the transfer agreent. I won't let you suffer the loss."
Loss?
What could be any greater loss than this?
They are going to get stripped of their rights in the company, and they wouldn't be able to refuse it.
The relatives felt trapped. They didn't know they should react anymore. But even so, they didn't know what they should do. Not like they were left with any choice anymore.
Now, as long as soone cos to get their signatures, they would have to sign their nas down.
Or else, they all will be exposed as traitors.
In the end, they realized it was a big mistake. If only they hadn't co here, none of this would have happened. Coming to et the old man was the biggest mistake they committed in their lifeti.
They all regretted it. But there was nothing they could do now.
William escorted everyone out politely. Only when they were out the estate, he ca back inside.
"They all left?" Morgan asked as he saw him walking inside.
Nodding, William replied. "Their cars have already driven away from the estate."
He hesitated for a mont, looking as if sothing was on his mind. After a brief pause, he asked, "Sir, do you think they will agree to sell their shares to young master? What if they find an excuse to refuse it?"
The possibility couldn't be ruled out.
And Morgan knew this as well. His gaze turned sharp as he stared at the empty space ahead of him.
"They could refuse easily," he said, his voice deep, "which is why we need to act before they even get the chance."
He then gestured towards the phone. "Connect the call."
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