The paparazzi and journalists over here were excitedly discussing.
"Big news, hurry, we need to get down there and block him for a question!"
"How’s Serena’s side? Is it synchronized?"
"What do we do here now? Isla Lawson’s reaction is also very important!"
And Isla Lawson, who was ntioned, was almost bursting with anger!
"Ah!"
Seeing soone pointing at her, not knowing what to say, and still directing the cara towards her, Isla Lawson grabbed the docunts and unsigned contracts on the table and threw them at those people.
What are you filming!
"Get out!" Isla Lawson scread.
The crowd didn’t move.
"All of you get out of here!" Isla Lawson shouted hoarsely.
Seeing Isla Lawson was genuinely angry, and that Isla Lawson was a mber of the renowned Lawson Family in Aeston, only then did they start murmuring as they carried their equipnt away.
"Wasn’t it her who asked us to co?"
"Yeah..."
"And now she’s angry with herself."
...
Whispers of complaints ca through, making Isla Lawson even angrier, kicking over a nearby chair with a loud crash.
Those people dared not say another word and slipped away quickly, knowing that if they were quick, they could still catch Serena Sterling at Quentin Tower.
In just a flash, everyone was gone, leaving behind a ss in the eting room, and Isla Lawson with her secretary inside.
Isla Lawson was so angry that her vision went black in waves.
It was all Serena’s fault!
It was a setup by Serena and Jasper Ford!
The aim was to make her look foolish!
Isla Lawson took out her phone, wanting to call Serena, only to find she couldn’t get through.
She wanted to send Serena a ssage, but her hands were shaking with anger, constantly making typos, which made her even angrier.
"Ah!"
Isla Lawson shouted, then threw her phone hard onto the ground.
The phone screen shattered.
The secretary next to her didn’t say a word, as this wasn’t the first phone Isla Lawson had broken recently.
Luckily, she had prepared and had wholesale a batch of phones.
She could even make a small profit, hehe.
...
#Jasper Ford Admits to Being Serena’s Dog#
#Jasper Ford Imitates a Dog Barking in Public#
Such bizarre topics were trending, attracting more attention.
The focus inside and outside the circle was also different.
Those inside paid attention to Jasper Ford and Isla Lawson not reaching a collaboration.
Those outside were concerned about the gossip.
Over there, Jasper Ford had already gone downstairs, so everyone was watching Serena’s side.
Before the outrage on Jasper Ford’s side, a mysterious group had entered the eting room.
In the Quentin Tower’s third eting room.
Serena Sterling and Desmond Wyatt, among others, had already signed the contract.
Just earlier, Desmond Wyatt brought people in, directly interrupting her conversation with Matriarch Quentin, slamming the contract on the table.
"We will sign!" Desmond Wyatt gritted his teeth, looking at Serena Sterling, "Equal exchange for half of Aether Group’s shares in your hand!"
After speaking, he glanced at Matriarch Quentin, grinning.
Matriarch Quentin’s face had no expression; she simply picked up her tea and took a sip.
"Serena, will you exchange?" Desmond Wyatt stared hard at Serena Sterling, a bit worried she might trade with Matriarch Quentin.
"Alright, let’s make the deal." Serena did not intentionally make it difficult.
This oddly relieved Desmond Wyatt.
So he wouldn’t have to beco a scapegoat for the Hawthorne Group.
Feeling a bit at ease, he snorted again, looking triumphantly at Matriarch Quentin next to him.
Matriarch Quentin remained calm, unchanged.
Serena handed the contract to the lawyer behind her.
Then she looked at Matriarch Quentin: "Grandma Quentin, may I handle this first?"
Matriarch Quentin nodded and gestured.
Desmond Wyatt pulled out a chair and sat down, nervously watching Serena Sterling.
Until the signature and seal were done, nothing was certain.
Fortunately, the lawyer Serena brought worked swiftly, confirming everything in no ti.
Serena nodded, confirming one more ti herself, then looked at Desmond Wyatt.
"Director Wyatt, please sign," Serena said with a smile.
With that, Serena signed and stamped her side of the contract.
They then exchanged signatures and stamps with Desmond Wyatt’s side.
After the entire process, the contract was complete.
Serena kept her copy, stood up, and extended her right hand.
"Pleasure doing business," Serena smiled, "From here on, we are all in the sa boat."
Although unwilling, Desmond Wyatt shook hands with Serena.
"Pleasure doing business," Desmond Wyatt said, quickly releasing his hand afterward.
Still disgruntled, he deliberately said, "So, can we leave now?"
He said this while glancing at Matriarch Quentin.
Serena, as she asked the lawyer to keep the contract, looked strangely at Desmond Wyatt.
She asked, "Where to?"
As if suddenly realizing, Serena said, "Did Director Wyatt prepare a welco banquet for ? To welco to Hawthorne?"
With that, Serena appeared genuinely thankful and slightly embarrassed, saying, "That’s too generous."
"No." Desmond Wyatt would rather bite Jasper Ford’s rear than host any welco banquet for Serena!
"I ant since we’ve concluded our business, why are you still here? Hurry and leave." The Hawthorne Group secured half of Aether Group’s shares from Serena’s hand; he didn’t want to see Serena giving the rest or any part to the Quentin Group.
Serena’s Aeon was a startup without much clout, but if the Quentin Group joined, it would be different.
Not to ntion, once the subsequent process is publicly updated, Serena will also be a shareholder of the Hawthorne Group.
Serena certainly understood Desmond Wyatt’s intentions.
She barely contained her laughter, politely saying, "Director Wyatt, I’m still negotiating a collaboration with the Quentin Group."
Not waiting for Desmond Wyatt to continue, Serena proceeded, "Other collaborations unrelated to Aether Group’s shares."
For a mont, Desmond Wyatt didn’t comprehend what Serena was saying.
Wasn’t it often discussed lately that Serena plans to use Quentin Group as a fallback, to hand over Aether Group’s shares in her possession to Quentin?
And now to say nothing of this?
"You..."
"Desmond Wyatt, I don’t like to wait for a long ti when things are done. Please leave," Matriarch Quentin spoke up just as Desmond Wyatt was about to say sothing.
Matriarch Quentin put down the cup in her hand, giving Desmond Wyatt a casual glance.
Desmond Wyatt shivered.
Matriarch Quentin was the head of the Quentin Family, while Desmond Wyatt was just a small faction leader within the group.
There was still a considerable gap between them.
Desmond Wyatt didn’t dare provoke Matriarch Quentin.
"Did you hear that?" Matriarch Quentin’s voice rang out again.
No matter how many questions, angers, or resentnts Desmond Wyatt had, he could only swallow them at this mont.
He glared fiercely at Serena Sterling, then said, "Let’s go!"
And left with his entourage.
"Bang," the door slamd shut.
Once again, only Serena, Matriarch Quentin, and others remained in the eting room.
"Desmond Wyatt is petty and revengeful. Once he cos to his senses, he won’t let you off easily," Matriarch Quentin said, looking aningfully at Serena.
Serena’s face bore a perfectly asured smile.
She said, "It doesn’t matter, I’ve already got what I wanted."
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