Zenith Group.
General Manager’s Office.
The office door was forcefully pushed open, then slamd shut in anger.
With a loud ’bang——’, even the ceiling quivered.
Jonah Rivers followed behind Vincent Hawthorne, not daring to breathe heavily along the way.
Today’s shareholders’ eting was supposed to be Vincent Hawthorne’s triumphant mont. He spoke eloquently about the national-level partnership with The Veridia Project and ntioned another aviation project with the military that he was confident of finalizing next month.
The shareholders were almost persuaded by him.
But unexpectedly, Silas Hawthorne jumped out, first pointing out that the partnership with The Veridia Project was rely picking up scraps and did not involve any core aspects.
In other words, The Veridia Project could change partners anyti they wanted!
As for the military aviation project, it was still a long way off, and nothing but hot air!
Silas and Vincent Hawthorne, the two cousins, had been openly and secretly fighting for so ti. If it were just verbal sparring, it would have been fine, but the most crucial part was that Silas clearly ca prepared this ti.
He presented a series of recent negative news about Vincent: rumors of infidelity, divorce, nightclub brawls, and losing the long-term partnership with Westgard Pharmaceuticals... eager to nail Vincent to a pillar of sha!
Finally, Silas revealed his true intentions, proposing to remove Vincent Hawthorne from the board seat!
At that mont, Vincent wasn’t worried because the shareholders supporting Silas didn’t have enough shares combined to oust him.
But to his utter surprise, Silas had 8% of technical shares that Tanya Sinclair had given him!!
With that additional 8%, Silas’s influence increased significantly.
Vincent Hawthorne lost his hard-won board seat just like that!
"This is outrageous!" Vincent Hawthorne was filled with rage. He grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it towards the mirrored glass wall opposite.
The luxurious golden glass instantly cracked like a spider web.
Vincent Hawthorne’s gloomy face was fragnted by the broken mirror, each piece exuding a terrifying aura.
"That useless Silas actually managed to set up!" Vincent clenched his fists, the anger in his chest making his blood boil.
His face turned livid as images of Tanya Sinclair’s once earnest face flashed in his mind.
She had sworn she would never sell her shares to Silas; she even swore on her parents!
Vincent fiercely shut his eyes, fury surging in his chest, a nacing aura surrounding him.
He gritted his teeth, "Tanya Sinclair, you’re really sothing!"
"President Hawthorne, please calm down." Jonah Rivers tried to soothe him.
Vincent abruptly opened his bloodshot eyes and said coldly, "Arrange a car for . I need to go to Westgard Pharmaceuticals now!"
The woman who dared to trick him was once the one he shared a bed with!
Did she think she could escape just because they divorced?
Jonah Rivers broke out in a cold sweat; with President Hawthorne in this state, Ms. Sinclair was sure to suffer!
Not to ntion, with President Hawthorne’s character, he might even hit a woman...
Jonah Rivers thought of Tanya Sinclair’s frail and delicate figure, growing even more worried.
"Hurry up and go!" Vincent Hawthorne roared.
Just then, a lazy and particularly provocative voice drifted in.
"Bro, why are you so angry?" Silas Hawthorne strolled in nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, wearing a flamboyant wine-red suit.
He casually glanced at Jonah Rivers, "You can leave now; I have so words with my brother."
Because Jonah Rivers was Vincent Hawthorne’s special assistant, he had always been at odds with Silas. Moreover, Silas, with his lavish spending and lack of scruples, gave Jonah a poor impression.
But at this very mont, Silas seed like a godsend in Jonah’s eyes!
"Alright, you two take your ti," Jonah imdiately left.
Silas and Vincent were cousins, bearing so resemblance, but Silas’s features took after his once-renowned singer mother.
Especially his eyes, with their upward slant, exuding a bit of roguishness.
He appeared to be rakish and unsteady, with a smile that made him resemble a fox that had turned into a human.
"Oh brother, don’t bla . Business is business, but we’re still brothers!" Silas leaned against Vincent’s desk, crossing his long legs.
He looked at Vincent’s grim face, showing a hint of smugness in his smile, "Really sorry, brother, for taking over your board seat."
Vincent, already holding back his fire, couldn’t tolerate Silas’s mockery; he rushed forward to grab Silas by the collar.
"Do you really think you’ve won? If it weren’t for Tanya’s betrayal, just you?!"
Silas looked at him coldly, smirking sarcastically.
"Brother, perhaps you’ve been in your position too long. Have you forgotten how you climbed up?" Silas pushed him away, straightening the wrinkles on his chest, smiling insincerely, "Back then, if it weren’t for Tanya, what ability did you have to step over ?"
"..."
Vincent’s face looked terrible, his hand hanging by his side clenched tight, joints cracking white.
After a while, he moved his parched lips, "...Why would Tanya help you?"
Silas laughed, taking steps towards Vincent.
"Well, that’s because she likes ! As the saying goes, nothing tastes better than dumplings, nothing is more fun than..."
The words ’sister-in-law’ had not left his lips when Vincent suddenly threw a heavy punch at him.
With his martial skills, Silas had no space to dodge and took the punch head-on.
Silas wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth awkwardly, ready to retaliate when his phone rang.
He took it out, imdiately smiling.
The na read ’Baby’.
Silas deliberately showed the screen to Vincent, then answered the call in front of him, putting it on speaker.
The next second, Vincent heard Tanya Sinclair’s cool voice, each word clearly hitting his ears.
"Is the shareholders’ eting over?"
Vincent’s breath caught, his eyes fixed fiercely on the word ’Baby’ on the screen, a bloody red filling his vision...
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