?<strong>Chapter 311:</strong>
Tristan interrupted sharply, “Absolutely not! Haven’t I promised to allocate shares to you after all this is settled? What’s this new angle?”
He had enlisted Carrie’s involvement not to genuinely salvage thepany during this downturn, but as a ploy to further his own ends. Tristan’sck of business acumen waspounded by Yara’s scandal, diminishing any prospect of alliances with powerful families. He and Cindy were scheming to cash out through Carrie, relocate overseas, and leave the debts for the shareholders to clear.
If Carrie managed to consolidate shares, it would divert funds away from his intended escape. After all his efforts to draw her in, Tristan was determined not to let Carrie turn the tables.
Carrie nced coldly at him and addressed the room. “Even if we navigate past this crisis, thepany’s outdated mode of operations is unsustainable. Moreover, you’re unlikely to find another buyer willing to assume control, apart from me.”
The shareholders looked at one another, sensing a potential exit. Tristan hastily interjected, “With sufficient capital, we can secure new suppliers and meet our deadlines. The anticipated profits, despite the damages, will be significant.”
Their hunger for more knew no bounds.
Triggered by Tristan’s assurance, the wavering shareholders leaned towards his view, trying to persuade Carrie. “Ms. Campbell, this business is part of your heritage. Surely, half of it belongs to you by right. Family bonds are deep; you wouldn’t harbor resentment against your father, would you? If you lend a hand now, during these troubling times, your father will surely be grateful for your kindness.”
As the discussion heated up, the tone shifted towards hostility against Carrie. “Ms. Campbell, how can you remain so indifferent?” someone asked. “Despite your youth, you’re looking to capitalize on this crisis, aren’t you? You aim to take over the entirepany, yet do you truly have the capability to manage it?” another added.
“Exactly…” Murmurs of agreement followed. “My wife may not have the knack for it, but I’m here to support her,” said a voice, chilling the room.
Everyone turned towards the interruption, only to see Kristopher enter with an imposing, cool demeanor, with Oliver in tow carrying a hefty stack of papers. Kristopher, with hismanding height and striking looks, could have been mistaken for a character from a graphic novel. His presence alonemanded attention. To those unfamiliar with him, his identity was clear the instant he appeared.
Oliver positioned a chair next to Carrie, and Kristopher took the seat, reassuringly taking Carrie’s hand. “Why are you here by yourself?”
In a moment to assert her independence yet subtly acknowledge his support, Carrie responded with a hint of flirtation, “I thought I shouldn’t disturb you, given your busy schedule.”
Tristan and Cindy looked at each other in confusion, not anticipating Kristopher’s personal backing of Carrie. Tristan stepped up with a forced smile. “Mr. Norris, there’s no need for you to intervene in such a minor issue.”
Kristopher scoffed, “And if I hadn’t shown up, would you have taken the opportunity to pressure my wife?”
Oliver nced around and noticed that Carrie was the only one seated, clearly unbothered. He couldn’t help but acknowledge that Kristopher’s talent for presenting a strong front, even when exaggerating the facts, was bing more pronounced.
Regaining his bearings, Oliver stepped forward and dramatically scattered the documents he carried in front of the shareholders, causing a stir of confusion among them.
Carrie skimmed through the documents, and their significance became clear almost immediately. These were weapons of leverage against Tristan and the other shareholders. Thepany’s performance was steadily declining, and it wasn’t just Tristan who was standing idly by. The other shareholders were also scrambling to grab whatever they could from the sinking ship. Carrie had unearthed much of this on her own, arming herself with enough courage to face the lion’s den alone today.
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