Half an hour later, Kelsie sat across Clinton Smith in a buzzing restaurant.
After watching the video her mother made, she finally realized why this man was on her side the mont she walked into the eting the other day.
Without beating about the bush, she went straight to the point, "My mother said you were a good friend of hers. So she left so shares under your na."
Clinton Smith said nothing and instead lowered his eyes to the table.
He picked up the nu without sparing her a glance and ordered food for himself.
Seeing this, she squinted her eyes at him in confusion.
"What? Do you no longer have them or do you have no will to hand them over to the rightful owner?"
Clinton still didn’t respond.
Several minutes later, his food arrived and he threw the nu at her.
As he picked up his cutlery, he glanced at her briefly, "Are you also a picky eater like your mother? Otherwise, you should try the food here. They make good stuffs."
It was now Kelsie’s turn to be silent.
After more than a minute of watching him stuff his face with food, satisfaction sprawled across his face, she gently pushed her chair backward and got up on her feet.
"I don’t care that you no longer want to hand them over, I just want you to promise you won’t vote in favor of what he’s planning."
"If you were really the friend she trusted enough to leave so shares to behind her husband’s back, then she must’ve really trusted you to always have her back."
She then turned around to leave when the man chuckled mockingly.
"You want the shares your mother left for you? Why? You’ve been back for less than a month and Jerry Sutton already has his hands on the few she left you."
"What makes you think you’re qualified to get the rest of the shares when you can’t even handle the few you were left with?"
Kelsie’s eyes instantly dimd.
"How do you know that?"
The man paused and wiped his lips clean with the serviette beside his plate, then raised his eyes to et hers.
"Lois Fletcher has been dead for 19 years. She knew how incapable Jerry Sutton is, so she made him be Lun Group’s chairman on the surface while she had soone else capable run it from behind the scene."
"Do you know why she did that? So your father wouldn’t kick you out as soon as she died."
"She also left the few shares in your na so he would have a reason to keep you around for so long."
"Because he knows he doesn’t have the support of the entire board, he has always known his lane and stayed in it."
"He has always been tired of being seen as a surface chairman, but never had any power to do anything. Now that he has, what makes you think he will continue to sit still?"
"You don’t want Lun Group to be renad? Then you never should’ve given him your shares no matter the tricks he pulled."
Kelsie stared him in the face for several seconds before she unhurriedly strode out of the place without uttering word.
Behind her, the corners of Clinton’s lips twitched slightly.
That nonchalance... he didn’t think he would ever see it again.
Too bad Lois’ daughter took after her in everything except brains.
He sighed heavily. recalling the promise he made to her back then and imdiately lost his appetite.
Since her daughter turned out to be just like every normal girl out there, he would honor Lois’ last wish and destroy Lun Group.
Inside a taxi, Kelsie dialed a number.
"I need you to go to Lun Group for an impromptu board eting. Vote against everything the company chairman says."
She ended the call almost imdiately and stared up at the ceiling of the car.
This hand of hers... she didn’t intend to reveal it so soon since it would bring her a lot of work.
But this Clinton Smith just had to refuse.
And she couldn’t sit still and do nothing while Jerry Sutton took over the reins of the company.
What a bother.
Pressing her finger against her forehead, she leaned her head on the headrest and squeezed her eyes shut.
anwhile, approximately ten minutes later, a luxury car drove into Lun Group and a man wearing a white tuxedo with gold-rimd fashion glasses alighted from it with a black briefcase.
When he walked into the conference room confidently, everyone’s brows creased in confusion at the sudden entrance of this young man with a great fashion sense.
Because he was dressed in an expensive suit and seed to be wealthy, Jerry Sutton quickly deduced he was soone important who could’ve been lost in the huge company building.
So leaning forward, he flashed him a warm smile, "Excuse , gentleman. I fear you’re in the wrong room."
"This is the conference room where an important eting will be comncing in a few minutes."
"Once you go outside this room, make a right turn and you’ll see my secretary. She’ll lead you the appropriate departnt you’re trying to reach."
However, the man slipped a hand into his pocket and ran his eyes through the place.
This was a bigger eting than the one Kelsie had attended. As a result, there were general seatings for shareholders, board of directors and board mbers.
Everyone watched as he walked to the seating reserved for the shareholders and dropped his briefcase on the last unoccupied seat.
Then he raised his eyes to et everyone else’s, going ahead to officially introduce himself, "Sorry that I had to make it here without informing any of you in advance."
"I’ve been a majority shareholder of this humble establishnt for about three years now and this is my first ti making it to one of our etings in person."
"My na is Asher Rowe and I’m yet to decide if it’s a pleasure to et everyone here."
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