Jimmy Simmons had never experienced a mont as excruciating as this.
It was a mix of both hate and misery, like an encounter between ice and fire, with anger and resentnt woven throughout, pervaded by a sense of powerlessness over the current situation.
The rain outside the window was becoming fierce.
The office was enveloped in a prolonged silence.
Two days later, the shareholders’ eting was held on schedule.
At the eting, as expected, more than half of the shareholders agreed to the takeover bid.
This ant that from that mont, the Simmons Clan was officially being acquired.
A eting, lasting less than an hour, directly determined the fate of a publicly listed company.
"Within 30 days, we will announce the results of the acquisition."
The company on the other side was clearly treating the matter as strictly business, packing up and leaving directly after the agreent was signed.
Jimmy sat in his chair, fiddling with a pen, his head bowed, his facial expression unclear, but anyone passing by could feel the intense pressure coming from him.
The acquisition had the most significant impact on Jimmy, the heir.
He had, after all, failed to protect what Old Sir Simmons had entrusted to him.
Years ago, amidst the internal strife and attacks from all sides, if it weren’t for Arnold, who took everything upon himself, the Simmons Clan would have already declared bankruptcy.
The Simmons Clan’s position today was inseparable from Arnold’s efforts.
Yet, nobody had imagined that without Arnold, the Simmons Clan would beco so vulnerable.
The people in the eting room left quickly.
In the end, only Arnold and Jimmy remained, sitting face to face.
Not until the door of the eting room closed did Jimmy’s hand tighten around the pen, his knuckles turning white, "Was this your plan all along?"
The entire acquisition was Arnold’s calculation.
In the Simmons Clan, no one else but him had the capacity to do so.
Arnold’s expression didn’t change, his tone as indifferent as ever, "To which matter are you referring?"
"The company acquisition!" Jimmy slamd his hands down on the table, the nearby water glass trembled, and the splashed droplets dampened the docunts on the table.
Facing those eyes swirling with rage and hatred, Arnold simply chuckled lightly, his voice as calm as ever, "The acquisition is the best option for the Simmons Clan at the mont."
Although the Simmons Clan was a large company, it had incurred significant losses in just a few months due to a failed partnership with the River Clan.
Even without Arnold’s involvent, the eventual fate of the Simmons Clan wouldn’t have been much better.
But Jimmy couldn’t accept it.
He couldn’t accept that if Arnold had once resurrected the Simmons Clan, why couldn’t he.
He had orchestrated such a large strategy, yet in the end, he still lost to Arnold.
At that mont, anger nearly overwheld Jimmy’s brain, his fingers tightly gripping his palm, the numb pain forcing him to stay calm, yet everything laid out before him was about to demolish his painstakingly constructed rationality.
"I’ve had soone check, the foreign company acquiring Simmons is yours, isn’t it?" he almost gritted out these words, every one tinged with deep resentnt.
Arnold did not deny it, rely saying: "You’re not too stupid."
Jimmy clenched his fists, his eyes nearly bursting, "How can you justify this to Grandfather?"
Across the long conference table, the large windows on the right side showed the gloomy sky outside.
After several days of heavy rain, there was still no sign of it clearing; it was only morning, yet the sky was as dark as if it were approaching evening.
The stark indoor lighting fell.
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